Pequita awoke between us at 7 am with a smile and a deep hacking cough (exactly how old can you teach them to cover their mouths? Anyone?) and played with the bell we give her as a bed toy. Then her brother chirped, and she peered over my still dozing form, spotted him, and clear as day said "Baaaybee!" Homestead Mama's startled eyes met mine, and we waited for her to replicate the experience. No go. If we get a repeat performance, that is, her saying 'baby' with intent and in the right context, then we'll make it official. What a great first word it will be, recognition of her brother.
She then proceeded to crawl over to his co-sleeper (trampling me in the process) and grabbed his pacifier out of his happily sucking mouth. Awwwww.