This morning Vince decided to speak in Zoë's language, so they sat face to face on the floor taking turns talking serious gibberish to each other and then cracking up at one another. It was the cutest 2 minutes the two of them have had together. Zoë would talk like she normally does, waving her hands and pointing... then Vince would imitate her sounds and they'd both break out laughing. Vince ended the conversation stating that none of us can understand Zoë because she speaks 'baby Spanish'.
The two of them also had a positive interaction two weekends ago, but unfortunately for us it was at 11pm. We were at Mike's cousin's house the night before a wedding, and all of us were sleeping in the same room. Vince and Zoë were in separate pack and play cribs, about 10 feet from each other. They were both so overtired, but Zoë would NOT lie down. She kept standing up in her pack and play babbling, and Vince would try to hold it in, but he kept cracking up. That only encouraged her more..... she'd let out some babble talk, he'd crack up, she'd snicker and do it again. Repeat this for at least half an hour, and you have two exhausted parents and one particular angry mama (although we did get a mild kick out of it).