Fiona has consistently tracked about two months ahead developmentally. We joke that since she arrived two weeks late, it's as if she came out a little older. She sat up at 4.5 months, crawled a week before she turned 6 months, could stand on her own by 8 months and started walking a day shy of 10 months. This afternoon, she sped ahead an entire year. She uttered the dreaded M word, a word that didn't pass through Danny's lips until he was nearly 2 years old (but he now utters at least 25 times a day, usually in her direction).
This afternoon, Fiona sat in her high chair scarfing down the appetizer course of her dinner (between 4:30 and 6:30 p.m. this girl eats almost nonstop, going from snack to dinner to smoothie to nursing to bed). Jim was washing out the sippy cups we use for the kids' evening banana and yogurt smoothies. She watched silently as Jim washed Danny's cup first. As soon as he picked up her cup, she yelled "Mine."
Wonder where she learned that one? Very soon, our household will sound like this clip from Finding Nemo.