Nolan is free at last. Well, he has been for almost a week. That's how it goes. But he loves it. He's like a little tornado now with two working arms. Okay, he was like that with only one, but this is a bigger tornado. He's soooo close to walking. He can stand up by himself and he's taken a few steps, but he freaks out when he realizes nothing was holding him up and he plops down on his squishy little butt.
This is Clara's silly dance. I wish I had it on video for all to see, but you'll just have to imagine how she got into this pose.
My poor girl fell down and then she threw a fit because she didn't want me to take her picture.
This is about a minute later. She forgets quickly.
These are Nolan's awesome socks and shoes. He's not wearing shorts, those are pants that are, apparently, ridden up.
Clara climbing precariously on a cliff. No worries, we all made it up alive.
Nolan on a rock, I'm holding onto his foot, just so you know.