and for those who don't understand Scooby-Doo speak, that says Happy Birthday! Can you believe I'm already three-years-old?
We had two cakes, a little chocolate one just for me (though it was too big, so I shared it with Daniel), and marble for everyone else.
Mine had the Mystery Machine on it. Of course, it was "Scooby blue" just as I requested.
The present melee. Mom realized too late we hadn't picked up the toys we dumped. We didn't care. Daniel helped my unwrap my stuff right in the mess.
Blowing out my candles.
We love frosting! We cleaned all of it off the chocolate cake.
Since the bakers put candles on both cakes, I got to make two wishes!
Delaney and Boppa hanging out during the party. She got her first taste of cake!
Daddy's shirt with the Mystery Inc gang.
Thanks to everyone for coming to my party and for the great gifts. My motorcycle is being recharged, the princess pillowcase is on my bed (and Mom says we'll put the sheets on tomorrow), Cootie has been played, the fairy has retired to her treehouse for the night, and I had to take off the Tink costume to get into my jammies. The rest will get played/read/worn/used appropriately very soon. Except my excavator. Daddy says that's for summer and sand digging, not snow.P.S. Growth updat: At my three-year check-up, I was 39 inches (95 percentile) and 40 lbs(97 percentile). That means I'm the size of the average 4-year-old.















