Her 1 1/2 pictures...or 18 months, if that's how you roll.
When my aunt told me that I "had to" take my old christening dress as we were going through my grandma's basement many moons ago, I remember sort of giving her a skeptical look. But other than being just a titch short--easy enough to take care of with a pretty pair'o'bloomers--I see now that it was meant to become Little Miss's.
It's possible that it's because my eldest child is growing through a very hard phase right now, but this girl...she's like a little beam of light.
She's getting to that place where she's using pronouns, but not correctly, so she says adorable things, like, "Hold YOU!" when she means, "Hold me". And she's also in that (oh so fleeting) helpful/people pleasing stage, where she's delighted to go fetch things from other rooms for you.
And her arms and legs are still so delightfully fat. I pinch them at least a hundred and seven times a day.
Her only unreasonable quirk is that we're having a bit of a time getting her to not wear a cardigan all the time. "'Weater, 'weater," she exclaims every morning, if we try to on-purpose-forget to put one of her sweaters on her.
That and her socks. Sister is obsessed with socks. Pulling them out, putting them on, making sure they are properly mismatched.
Mostly we let her wear what she wants. The "I dressed myself" look is pretty cute, and if the June heat doesn't talk her out of her sweaters, July eventually will.
A wee girlie with a grin like that (pretty much) gets her own way.