She rolls to the left, she rolls to the right...

Olivia is still poised, like an athlete on the starting blocks awaiting the sound of the pistol, ready to tear off into the distance, but the pistol refuses to sound. That particular analogy works on a physical level as well, as Olivia is now adept at hoisting herself on her haunches and hovering, looking for all the world like she's going to sprint-crawl into the kitchen. I've not been able to capture this on camera, so instead you'll have to make do with some shuts of Olivia grinning her gorgeous mug off!