Elizabeth likes to talk. A lot. I can't always understand what she's saying, but she's pretty good at making herself intelligible.
Right now, she's in love with names. She doesn't really say her own yet (when she tries, it comes out sounding like "Li-bef"). She has been saying the names of her friends and teachers from school pretty frequently, and she likes to talk to and about her brother, who she calls "Wee-yum." He responds to her calling him by looking up and grinning.
She is also figuring out that you have to talk to the person on the other end of the phone. Over the holidays, we got her to say "Hi" to both Auntie Krissy and Auntie Cara, and this weekend, she actually had a conversation of sorts with her Nonie...if "Hi," "okay," "okay," and "Bye" constitute a conversation. I think she believes Nonie is on every phone or phone-like object; she passed the phone at her Grandmama and Papa's house the other day, pointed and said "Nonie!" and she picks up her monitor when she's on the changing table and talks to Nonie.
The Little Dude is finally starting to sleep through the night again. He's never been quite as good at that as his sister was; he will go for 6-8 nights and be fine, then have 3-5 rocky nights. This time, it's accompanied by better naps, so maybe he's settling into a nice pattern.
He is trying desperately to move and has gotten up on hands and knees. Unfortunately, when he gets up on his hands and knees, he goes backwards and then gets ticked off that he's farther away from whatever his goal was. He prefers to lie belly-down and pump his arms and legs like he's doing the skeleton at the Winter Olympics in hopes that somehow all this activity will propel him forwards.