In case you didn't believe me when I wrote about Julianne walking at a mere nine months, today I offer you proof. (video: 23 seconds)
It's not particularly in focus, but that's because she kept moving towards me. Who is this child walking at nine months, with eight teeth, and saying "mama," "dada," and "Daisy"? Part of me wants to say Slow Down! except that I really am not so fond of the pre-two years old stage. Yeah, yeah, cute and amazing and discovering things. Babies are neat. I know. But truthfully, I really want to give her a bowl of cereal, a spoon, and drink my mug of tea while it's still hot. Big dreams.
And in complete fairness, I present a video of Sydney singing a song that Jason is working on teaching her. (video: 37 seconds)
We'll call this video "Stage One," because as of today she has already moved on to "Stage Two," which includes the M's. Jason somehow got it into his head that it would be amazing if Sydney knew all 50 states. In alphabetical order. That it would make a really good impression on her kindergarten teacher (in two years), a teacher who will no doubt not know her 50 states in order, and realize very quickly what kind of demented parents this kid has. Let me take a moment to say here that I personally do not know all 50 states in alphabetical order. Clearly, I missed this day in school, and it has caused me nothing but pain and misery ever since, especially that day in American History my junior year in high school where we had to list all 50 states and I couldn't. If only I had been sitting behind Jason (instead of in front of him), I could have cheated off his quiz. Not that I was a cheater in school, of course.
Now that Jason has taken Sydney under his wing, I have to learn the song too in order to keep up. Just today I was trying to sing through the song and paused before "Kansas," trying to remember if it was "Kansas" or "Kentucky" first. Sydney quickly provided the answer. "Kansas, Kentucky, Wheezy-anna, Maine."
Forget being smarter than a fifth grader, I'm just trying to keep up with my three year old.
PS: If you're in the video watching mood, you really ought to check out this video of my brother's dog who is a genius at breaking out of their fenced yard.