Frances has begun prefacing every request *cough* demand *cough, cough* with "I need..."
This means that "I want water" comes out "I need water,"  I want more as "I need more," and the regular request for a cookie as the 2,000 decibel "I Need Cookie!" At least, that's what it feels like.

Thankfully, the request for cookie is met by cereal, so we aren't yet raising a future sumo wrestler.

She has also started using her own name when describing what she wants to do, although almost exclusively in the context of sitting down/getting up on the couch. Since she hasn't mastered the "fr-" combination, her name comes out as either "San-ces" or "Ses-ses," but the sight of her proclaiming "Frances sit down" as she gazes plaintively at the empty sofa next to you would melt the heart of the most hardened individual.

A-choo!

or, possibly, shoe. It's nebulous defining words around here these days. Sort of a craps shoot, really. Back when she only had 30 words to her credit, telling what she was saying was simply a matter of deciphering "more" from "apple." Now, apple sounds like open, which sounds like help, and often is a close cousin of up. Pretty much the only word that doesn't get confused is nurse, which is accompanied by manic signing and even more manic grinning.