Alita's favorite thing to do is practice walking. She has learned to raise her arms up to be picked up, but if you offer her your hands she'll grab hold, pull herself up to standing and stagger across the floor. She hasn't learned to do this with inanimate objects yet, but it's only a matter of time and then all hell will likely break loose. Our backs are all sore from leaning over to hold her up as she wanders around, though I've found that shuffling along wearing knee pads (not kidding) is preferable to stooping. 
She is much more talkative now, and smiles much more often. She has a fantastic gummy grin, and when she's really excited she wrinkles her nose, gives a wide smile and happy little yelp, and kicks her legs about as if to run to you, or her stuffed animal, or the poor helpless cat next
door, whatever is stimulating those little neurons to make her happy happy happy. She is particularly overjoyed by mirrors, which may bode ill
for the teenage years. She remains a pretty serious kid most of the time though (see the attached photo by her Auntie Amber), and very attentive to details- she likes to manipulate the labels on her toys, and spent most of her time on the swing today trying to remove a screw.
