Mindful of our promise to maintain a sturdy tether to The Barnstorming vis a vis photos that Alden will some day hate me for once having posted, I offer you this delicacy from yesterday. Robbi bought Alden some new tights a few weeks back, selecting the 18-month size since undersized Alden is just more than 18 months old. Looking more carefully at the label, I noticed that the tights were, in fact, the 18-36 month size. Given that Alden is just now growing into the 12-month size (and still comfortably wears her 9-month onesies), there is a bit of excess fabric to contend with.

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This kind of reminds one of Alden’s extraordinary pants, chronicled here on one of my all-time favorite Barnstorming posts.

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I know that the era of complete control over photographic rights to my child’s embarrassing moments will someday come to a sudden end. Which is why we’re having Tarzan. A question for parents who might know: when does the dawn of self-consciousness occur? When is she going to start thinking I’m lame? I need to know how much time I have left.