Move. He's not quite crawling yet, but with a combination of rolls, lunges, wiggles and slides he can really cover the ground.
Knock. It's noise. Whenever his squirming takes him near some large, resonant object, like a box or a chair leg, he takes his little fist and knocks on it. I think he's going to want a drum set.
Eat. I didn't think it would be possible for any baby to eat more than D1 did, but he's obviously going to do his best. I give him spoons and encourage him to learn to get it in himself. I do have things to get done besides poking food into his mouth for two hours a day.
Talk. The connector words are still mostly missing, but she can get the idea across. "D1 go gramma grampa house day!"
Write. With crayons, with pens. In D2's chair, in her own chair, standing at the table or the counter. On any piece of paper she finds around, including the checkbook.
Give orders. The trouble is, she knows the procedures so well, we can't really disobey her. "Papa get up! Papa shirt on! D2 change! Papa oooze (shoes) on! Papa stand up! Papa go church! Mama go church! D1 go church! D2 go church!"
And yes, she usually talks in exclamation points.
Sleep. D2 has made it 5.5 hours solid for the last two nights. Ahhhhh.
Write. Too well, as here I am doing it when I should be doing the dishes and laundry.