Monkey See...

If we made one giant pile of our baby toys and tossed Vivienne in the center of it, she'd never be seen again.

Seriously. She's a small baby. She has A LOT of toys. Enough to keep twenty small babies occupied for quite some time. (As long as there aren't any electrical cords or cardboard boxes around to distract the babies from the toys that is...)

All her toys are age appropriate and awesome. She has hippopotami that sing, a puppy that walks on his hind legs, and enough Little People to populate Rhode Island. If I were a baby, I would play with those toys all damn day, son.
But Vivi? All Vivi wants to play with is the Disney Princess Glitter Glider Castle Playset complete with MagiClip Glitter Glider Princesses. Of course.
After all, it's Madeline's toy, and therefore, the coolest thing Vivi has seen since passing through the birth canal.

Madeline is a little less than thrilled with her little sister trying to swipe her Christmas present, so Vivi doesn't get to play with it much. This seems to only make her want it more. I spend a good portion of my afternoon trying to keep the peace between Madeline, Vivi, and the Glitter Glider Castle Playset.

Luckily for Vivi, Madeline's not always around. Sometimes she's at school, or helping Dada shovel, or playing with the mountain of baby toys in the other room. And when big sister's away, Vivi will play...

She's not quite sure what to do with those princesses once she's not trying to sneak them away from Madeline. Mostly she makes a lot of high-pitched oohs and ahhs while she lines them up on the table. Occasionally she tries to send them down the slide, but then she gets frustrated and throws them on the floor. A few second later she forgets her anger and chews on their heads. This morning she spent nearly an hour repeating this cycle while Madeline was at school. It was glorious. I got to drink my coffee in peace while Cinderella's face got gnawed on for a change.

And so it begins. Vivi will now spend the next eighteen years of her life trying to copy everything that Madeline does. Baby toys? Who needs those when there are four-year-old toys in the house!?
Vivi will probably try to ride a bike long before she's ready, steal her sister's lipstick, and whine about her unfairly early curfew.
This also means that if Madeline starts sneaking out of the house to booze with her friends at sixteen, Vivi will start doing it at thirteen.
We're hoping Maddie decides to play the tuba.