Leading up to Christmas, Fiona had her holiday show at school:
The highchair has remained unused for a couple of weeks now. Rowan refuses to use it (unless as a climbing apparatus, which we don't condone). Lately he doesn't want a booster seat either. He just wants to sit at the big table with the rest of us, and he does a fairly good job of it, too. The end of an era. Once I clean up and donate or sell the highchair, we'll regain some dining room real estate. But it's also like closing another tab on the Babies chapter in our house. Bittersweet, to be sure.
I'm going on record now to say that Fiona is reading. She can be reluctant to do it on command, but other times she'll approach a book and just start picking out words she knows, silently sounding out others. At some point this fall, it all started clicking together. And she's writing in lowercase -- big F, little i-o-n-a. Sometimes she writes "Fiona M." on her schoolwork. She's the only Fiona, but I remember writing "Amanda E." when I was the only Amanda. We are very proud.