This post is one for the "write it so you don't forget it" category...
Julia used to love to play "topple" whenever I came home, but that activity has slowly evolved into a closely-related but more sedentary game called "finks" ("thinks"). We still take all the pillows and all but one of the cushions off the sofa (though now she points to the left one and says, "Move da yeft one, Daddy. Not da wight one! Da yeft one!"), but instead of flinging herself down on that last cushion over and over, she now does it once, then lays on it and exclaims, "Let's pway finks!" I have to then kneel (not stand, squat, or crouch - she checks!) at the end of the sofa nearest her (and always right there, not a little bit to one side) and "do some finks." This entails looking dramatically around the room, choosing an object, and then giving clues about the thing I'm "finking" of. Julia guesses until she gets it or gives up, but either way, she's usually elated to look around and finally see, say, the cat, or my biking shoes, or the flowers that have been on the kitchen table for a week. We could do this for an hour, if the conditions were right. Thankfully, Genevieve usually joins in now by sitting with me, and she gets impatient.