Alice is 14 months old and walking around. She also loves to dance (you can tell she inherited our family's famously perfect rhythm).
She has her share of spills, but Alice has approached the whole walking endeavor with more caution than Elliot, who would launch himself into space with no sense of self-preservation.
I'm not sure if this is a boy/girl thing or just their personalities, but Elliot's face was constantly bruised at this age. And he was always subjected to the back-of-the-leg test at the doctor's.
I'm glad Alice has emerged as a biped with a little less violence.