He's a climber--the other day I found him sitting on the dining room table banging away on my laptop, which I thought was safe up there. We're taking a "Baby and Me" class at the community center and he loves the tumbling part so much so that he keeps trying to take cuts in line so the teacher will help him do a somersault again.
He continues to be an excellent babbler and will carry on whole conversations with old ladies at the grocery store. He's definitely got the tone and cadence of speech down, if not the vocabulary.
Although his temperament has gotten a lot better since he was a fussy baby, he can still be very opinionated and dramatic. If he doesn't get what he wants he will throw a very theatrical fit, complete with his hands over his face and flinging himself to the floor. When this happens I usually just ignore him and start looking at his books by myself, which for the time being he finds interesting enough to get him out of tantrum mode.
I'msomadI'msomadI'mso--hey, is that a book? I like books!
That's my boy.