As promised.
Ed did not stay up late tonight, even after a late nap. Something about the 7 o'clock hour just says "bed" to him, which is OK with us. Sometimes I feel the same way by that time of day!

But we had a little playtime after dinner and before the meltdown. Here he's standing at the ottoman playing with his stacking cups--a current favorite. He likes to put the small ones into the largest one and then shake it around so it rattles. He also likes when John stacks them into a tower so he can knock it down. He'll sit by himself and play with the set of five cups. Then we like to joke that Ed is "in his cups," which is an expression that used to be reserved for one particular friend's state of inebriation. Oh, how life changes.