Mobility update: Olivia is still on the very cusp of crawling, but thus far she hasn't quite managed to propel herself forwards. Not that she is short of crafty ways to maneuvre herself around the living room mind. Favourite is the commando rolls that she resorts to after a few seconds of futile kicking of arms and legs that stubbornly refuse to take her anywhere. At times she's so much a blur of flailing limbs that I'm sorely tempted to stick on some 80's electro boogaloo, throw down some lino and challenge her to a breakdance challenge, though I'm certain she'd whip my sorry 'ass.