I never planned on being the type of parent who pushed their kids into all sorts of lessons, enrichment activities, and other such programs aimed at giving my children an early advantage in life. I think play is far more important. Vance, apparently, does not agree with my philosophy, and out of a deep concern for his brother's future welfare, took it upon himself to give Edward formal piano lessons today.
At dinner time, he brought the little piano over to where Edward was lying beside the table, and Edward would randomly bump the keys as he wiggled and kicked. "Pyay again, Ederd! Keep pyaying!" (Play again, Edward! Keep playing!) Vance instructed in between bites of his meal. Alas, I didn't get a picture of that one.
I'm lucky to have a boy who takes such good care of his baby brother. And he truly does. Vance especially likes helping feed Edward. Edward isn't too sure about Vance randomly sticking bottles in his mouth, but he doesn't mind Vance holding the syringe for a gavage feed.
Awwwwwww.
