Our little “Triker” in her first trike-a-thon.

As she was racing around the track on Saturday, I caught myself yelling “Go, Tiny!” And I thought, “she is probably really going to hate that nickname in a few years.”

Plus, she is anything but “Tiny,” anymore. And she was not even that “Tiny” when she was born. But when she came out she seemed just so much tinier than our two-and-a-half year old who was at home waiting to be a big sister. J. kept calling her “Tiny” and, I guess, it just sort of stuck.

Even though she is pedaling fast towards being four-years old (a little too quickly if you ask me!), she is, and always will be our sweet, little “Tiny” Rosey-Toes. And she did us proud on Saturday.

And, all the pieces of my triathlon relay team is now complete. Em can run, Ad can bike, and Mama will swim. Perfect.