She has her first "job." When we get home I put her down in the kitchen and tell her to go get her puppies. She crawls to the dog kennel and messes with the handle and lets the dogs out. It is pretty adorable.
She will stand for a couple of seconds by herself before she plunks down.
She is rapidly shedding her babyhood and emerging a toddler. From her playtime to the fact that she understands new things everyday, she plays differently; she has a will, and she even makes herself laugh. I have no doubt that her inner monologue is a riot.