Joey has turned into a hugger. He will come up to me, climb on my lap, drape his arm around me, and lay his head on me or lay his cheek on mine. He is always asking me to hold him when I am walking around, (we had to talk about the proper way to ask.... the "I'm milking a cow" motion with his arms up in the air wasn't cutting it for me), and he loves to come stand behind me and stroke my hair. He always kisses me goodnight.
I think he is catching on to the fact that he is mine. He doesn't understand the 'he's my baby' concept, because he thinks he's a little boy. I haven't managed to explain it very well yet, but we're working on it.