Monday was March 19. We were out riding bikes. In Michigan. Unreal.
Since it's suddenly summer (for a week only, but still, highs in the 80s), I decided it was time to buy Ella a trike. So I found the cheapest one at Meijer and took it home. I put it together during naptime on Monday (also known as "Play in the Crib But Don't Sleep Time"), and we took it out for a spin that very afternoon.
She's still a bit small for it. Maybe by real summer she'll be able to pedal it. But even though her feet don't reach the pedals, she still loves this thing. I think she was shocked when she saw it. Like she was thinking, "For me? A bike? Of my very own? Not Julia's?"
When it was time to come in, all I got was a calm but firm, "No." Winner!
And it came in a big box. Aren't big boxes the best toys?