At least Preston's still a cuddler. One of his favorite games is How Much. I ask him "How much do you love Mommy?" He thinks for a second and says "Mommy?". And I repeat, "How much do you love Mommy?" He smiles and says, "How much?". My next line is "Yep, Mommy. How much?". To which he throws his arms out as far as they go and then I cover him in kisses. He loves it. I'm not complaining it means I get some cuddles! And some giggles!
Preston also insists these days on having me close the front door on him after I walk inside. He then rings the bell and knocks and waits for me to open the door for him. When I do, he looks at me and says "Hi!" He then waits for me to say "Hi, come on in." And after I do he tells me "Thanks" and walks in with a stream of gibberish. It's hilarious and he insists on it when we get home.
Not that Preston is talking in a whole lot of gibberish. He's becoming easier and easier to understand these days. Speaking in longer sentences and much more able to get his point across. I love it. It is so much easier for both of us when Preston can communicate with me and tell me what he wants or needs.