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Three year old stats:
Weight: 12.86kg
Height: 35″
Head: 51.5cm

She’s grown a lot this past year, lengthwise, but she has not put on very much weight. According to the ped, she’s now about 25% for her actual age in weight, and made a huge jump from 3% to 10% in height. Woot!

Head is, of course, still way out of proportion at 75% or some other ridiculous number.

Grammy came and spent the night before Dorrie’s birthday, and Miss D was well behaved. She went to sleep at a reasonable (for her) hour, slept nicely, and then woke up just a little bit before 11am. So we then got her all dressed and packed up and headed off to the Fairy Tale Festival being held downtown at the park. I had been pretty concerned about the parking and traffic situation, and was right to be so, but as it happened, things worked out pretty well: since the festival started at 10, the traffic was pretty light by the time we got there at 11:45, and though there was zero parking to be had, we were able to find a place right at the park to pull off and unload.

Daddy took off to get some gas at that point, and Miss D proceeded up the hill in her chair with me and Grammy. First of all, let me just say that it was HOT. This summer has been one of the hottest I can remember for a very long time, and we’ve had a lot of very bright, sunny, HOT days. To put things into perspective, last year we had approximately 3 days of sun in all of June and for most of the rest of the summer the temps didn’t usually break 85. It’s been 90 and 100s for many many days already this year, and, of course, muggy. We don’t get dry heat.

So it was hot and bright, two things Dorrie has not had much experience with, but she handled it well. She was interested (if serious) and looked around without fussing or being upset. There were a lot of booths set up where you could do various fairy tale (aka princess and fairy) themed crafts. Some of these we bypassed, but Dorrie ‘helped’ make herself a wand and a bookmark. We entered a few raffles, which we did not win. Eventually we came around to the snow cone stand where Grammy and I each got one because did I mention it was HOT?

Apparently Dorrie agreed, because, in the amazing happening of the day, she made peace with her old enemy snow and consented to mouth part of mommy’s snow cone.

We circled back around and got in line for balloon animals (and plants — Dorrie got a flower) when daddy reappeared. By that point it was nearly 1pm, which was the end of the festival, and we had to be back at the house for an appointment by 2. So daddy went off again to retrieve the car, and we waited in the shade for him to make his way back. Amazingly, he managed to get down into the park (against the tide of exiting cars) so we could get everything packed away again, including the little sweat ball Dorrie.

Once we got home, we tried showing her her cake again (she’d examined in the night before with limited interest — see the end of the post for that).

This time we convinced her to touch it, but she was not pleased to find some of it sticking to her when she took her hand away.

She also had no interest in tasting any of the frosting.

But we were all happy to eat it for her.

The last thing for the day was to get her hand prints up on the wall. This went more smoothly than last year, since a) she is more used to going upstairs, b) she now has a real way of being off the vent instead of attaching her to an ambu-bag. We even managed to get her to (almost) put her hands flat by putting the ink on them, then starting patty cake and eventually patty-caking the wall.

The first viewing of the cake.

I hate you all.

Classy.

Posted by mom, under little fat fairy, moving forward... or not, our little witch, tales of interest