Eddie on sharing

At the playground, Eddie and I had a conversation about Vincent's newfound mobility.

"He likes to chew your toys," I noted.

"But he can't do that!" Eddie declared.

"You have lots of toys," I told him. "You have to share with him."

Eddie seemed unconvinced.

"Do you like to share?" I asked.

"Yes, I like to share lots of things!" he said.

"Good!" I said. "Sharing makes us happy."

Eddie expanded on what he enjoys sharing. "I like to share Luke's toys!"

Vincent on the move

After batting the ball, Vincent decides to head towards some things Eddie had made out of his magnet tiles. Eddie set up several boxes containing toy cars, and a Christmas-tree-shaped thing, last night, and said it was his "morning Christmas" that he was leaving out to find in the morning. Vincent got up before he did, and was intent on demolishing the Christmas before Eddie got up.

Playing in the crib

Transcript:

I will let—the big one! I will let the big one in here.
It's crooked to Vincent. Ha hah.
The big one is here to protect you!
It does protect […] you.
You have a dirty chin!
You've got stuff […]
(Sigh)
Heyyyy
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Vincent is down! Vincent goed down, he did.
I'm going to step over here, hee hee.
Ohh.
I sitting by Vincent, Mama.
I'm going to sing, sing, sing.
Sing, sing—

Night owl

Apparently, sometime after he was put to bed, Eddie decided that he'd turn the light on in his room and have a party night reading books and playing with toys.

When we found him, he was totally zonked out.

The worstest

Eddie and Vincent were both sitting on my lap when Eddie announced "Vincent is the worstest baby ever!"

"What did he do?" I asked. "Did he pull on your ear?"

"Yeah," said Eddie. "And it was all slobbery!"

I guess Eddie got his first wet willy.

Dogs and cats

Eddie stood grimly at the playground listening to a dog bark. Then he asked if we could go to a cat shop, get a cat, and take it home with us.

Money

Eddie got down our piggy bank and took out some coins to put into a coin purse he has.  He did this for a while, then closed up the piggy bank and put it away. Then he approached Papa with an idea.

"Papa, I will use the coins for money and I will pay my money for toys. Lots and lots of toys—all the toys."

I said, "That's a good idea. But the problem is, that's not your money. It's Mama and Papa's money!"

Eddie rejoined "It's the family's money."

I assented to this.

He said "So it's my money too!"