At three years old, I am three feet tall, and weigh 27 pounds 6 ounces - somewhere around the 20th percentile for both! I'm petite in size, but not in spirit! Gavin and I both got shots. We both cried.
The next day, I got to skip my nap to go to the dentist with Mommy!
I opened up very wide so the dentist could check my teeth! I wasn't sure why she needed a pokey thing to count them, but I really liked when she put sparkle on my teeth (polish). I absolutely abhorred (Mom says hate is a bad word) the fluoride - that lady only got the very front teeth very slightly painted with that stuff before we all called it a day! The great news is that she says I'm brushing very well, and didn't have any plaque on my teeth! I have seen some of those plaques Daddy gets at work as awards - I can't imagine having any of those on my teeth!
Saturday, our friends Emily and Andrew visited from Charlottesville. We went out to eat and had a grand time. I even got to have a ginger ale!! Gavin ate (and loved) refried beans. I ate (and sort of loved) a quesadilla.
On Sunday, I went over to Audrey's house to help her ring in the big 0-3! She had a Super Why party, and we got to make masks and search for letters! The cupcakes were delish.
Keep brushing your teeth, friends! Have a great week.
xoxo