Mystery Solved

Here's what I found when I came downstairs--Eddie using a cup--and quite proud of himself.
Who needs fancy toys when you can use a tissue box and box to move your roll-around balls back and forth?

Eddie's had a couple developments of late, including trying to drink the bath water from his stacking cups. Well, this morning I figured out why that is happening. The nanny is giving him sips of water from a cup. He's doing a great job. I was thinking about needing to do that this afternoon with him anyway (because clearly he is expressing an interest), so am pleased that she is. But, she didn't bother to tell me.
As I recall, G'ma Wisconsin commented on having to do this with dad/Den before there were things called sippy cups.

The other thing that has started is a hint of separation anxiety. When he sees me and is with a caregiver, he cries for me. Hadn't seen that till this week. And, in the size department, he is outgrowing a couple of his size 12 month pants (more in the waist than anything)--either that or they are the ones that get washed a million times and have shrunk.

He's emerged as a real rough-houser. We played on the bed (softest place in the house until you fall off). And he took great joy in standing up, holding onto my shoulders and then falling backwards with no fear. He liked bouncing and just rolling all over. When we collided heads and noses, I would be the one wincing and he didn't even notice. Dennis calls him a 4-wheeler, the way he plows through and over us. What does our future hold?