Three Years Old

Riley is healthy, happy three-year-old. She is in the 85th percentile for height and 10th for weight. Today's check-up was the first that they calculated her BMI. It is 13, which, not surprisingly, is not even on the percentile chart.

Some of Riley's favorite things are:

• dressing up, either in old Halloween costumes or wildly mismatched items from her dresser;
• her green "soft blankie" that was a gift from a co-worker of mine after she was born;
• helping Mommy cook;
  
• anything and everything pink;
• new shoes;
• playing outside;
• doing things that will make Asher laugh;
• all animals, but mostly dogs;
• babysitters that play games with her;
• polish on her toenails;
  
• Mickey Mouse Clubhouse;
  
• dates with Daddy;
• nearly any type of pork;
• her striped leggings (I actually bought her two pairs, in consecutive sizes, because she loves to wear them so much);
  
• playing computer games on sesamestreet.org;
• balloons;
• going to King Soopers, where she gets a free cookie, a pony ride for a penny, and sometimes even a free balloon;
• playing with friends and cousins;
• taking care of her dolls and stuffed animals;
• fruit smoothies;
• wearing skirts;
• helping other people;
  
• Smiley and Splasher stories (her and Asher's pseudonyms);
• exercising with Mommy and Daddy;
• having a timer set before she has do something she doesn't want to do, like go to quiet time or bed;
• helping Mommy "do laundries;"
• and stories about Jesus.

Update: After posting this I told Riley that I had made a list of her favorite things. I gave her a couple of examples and she quickly asked, "Did you put hot dogs on the list?" What kind of mother am I? Honestly. I don't know how I forgot hot dogs.