Just before my husband and I left to sit in D.C. for a month and then move to Germany, we went to the drag races. I took the opportunity to take my niece’s one-year photos. She was just about to walk on her own. (I think she took her first steps just two days after we left.) But she still had those chubby baby cheeks.

She would walk with help, but every time you took your finger away she would just plop down on that Wrangler butt.
Our Mustang (hee hee, my husband will laugh that I said ‘our’) and my brother-in-law’s Camaro in front of it both cooling off between runs.
Chubby baby cheeks, I just want to squeeze them.
Pointing at ‘Daddy’s Maro’ as she calls it now.