See this? This was my thing at that age. This move with my arms in the air. Apparently, I did this all the time. I was obsessive with the arm thing. While other toddlers were rockin’ their Fisher Price bubble vacuums, being useful, I was running around with my arms up in the air declaiming “I am SO BIG!” until mom or dad or random strangers agreed with me. Needy much, Trace?
So, yes, yes, little Tracey. You are SO BIG! Please calm down.
And, oh, I can see your diaper, big girl.
Beautiful head of hair, you sweet little tot!
I am particularly interested in the twisty formations of both of your hands. You just can’t even BEAR your own pride (which seems very close to deep panic) at how big you are – so your hands must twist about torturously on the wrist! Soo cute!
I was noticing those, too. I look like I just stuck a landing at the Olympics.