We went to see Santa this weekend. This is the smile that seeing Santa and telling him the exact model Nerf gun that you really really really really want will put on your face:
Sis wasn't quite as crazy about Santa, but at least she didn't cry. She did, however, refuse to sit on his lap. She sent her message as to what she wants (a sweeper, aka a broom) with her brother.
She is a few hours away from being three. Her birthday party was a great success, and tomorrow, she gets to bring treats to preschool (rice krispy treats and fruit snacks). Today was her annual checkup. She was a champ for 99% of a visit (the H1N1 booster was not her favorite part), chatting it up with the doctor and asking to go potty after her was in the exam room with us for about 5 minutes. He was very agreeable, and waited patiently for her highness to return. She is now 31 lbs. and 35 inches tall, which puts her in the 60th percentile for weight and the (ahem) 20th percentile for height. She is still just a little bitty thing. Hard to believe it was three years ago that I was going into labor...and now she's almost a big sister!
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