I'm not sure what to call her, though. She's not walking, so she's not technically a toddler yet. She's in between two stages.
A bobbler, maybe? That's probably closer to the truth.
Anyway, here's my big girl:
Here she is eating the traditional piece of birthday meat.
After eating all the frosting off of her cupcake, she abandoned it for this piece of meat she found in her lap.
And, yes, the meat from her dinner last night.