Something is happening. At first, it was subtle–easy to ignore or feign obliviousness. But, now it’s real, and I am reminded of it with each new feat she accomplishes, each new expression she acquires. Yes, something is happening. She is slowly but surely emerging from the baby cacoon, freeing more and more of her widdle baby body, ready to spread her wings into the great world of Toddlerhood. Awww….she not gunna be my widdle babypillar no mores. I sad.
So, I really love this next pic ‘cuz she’s lookin’ at me like “I love her.” We let her have a crawl-a-rama across our driveway. She was having too much fun to stop her, but she was FILTHY when it was all said and done. The bottoms of her hands, the knees of her pants–absolutely black. She was so happy though! Look at her…nothing could stop her! Hair in the wind and hands smack-smackin’ on the pavement! Go Baby, Go!
Someday I’m gunna miss the way her little diapey sticks out the back of her pants!Whoa! Somebody gots dirties!