The octopus, obviously.
She uses scissors (inexpertly but with concentration).
She drinks from a cup now, like a person.
She sits at the table (on a booster seat), like a person.
'Eleanor not have a tray!' she says, pleased.
She has pink grown-up-lady nails.
(Joel and I are unanimous in not liking the grown-up-lady nails. I thought two would be old enough but it looks ridiculous on her so I will 'lose' the bottle of non-toxic Piggie Paint and bring it out again next year. Or maybe this summer, for her toeses.)