What a difference about 18 hours can make!
Last night, I had a fever-ish, cuddly, non-eating, tired toddler on my hands. This morning, I had a chow-hound (catching up on a missed meal!), smiling, bi-trick-le (that's bicycle/tricycle to you and me) riding, normal toddler in her place. Crazy!
Besides the illustration of the weirdness of the fever that came from no where and went away just as quickly, in looking at this picture, I'm also struck by how incredibly grown-up my "baby" looks. Yikes. How'd that happen?
And, on a side note, doesn't it look like she knows what she's doing? Yeah, she doesn't. She was posing with her feet on the pedals. Daddy is off to the right, having just let go of the parent-assist handle so I could get the picture in the good light. But she looks like a pro!
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