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Saturday, 24 May 2003, 4:08 PM
Three, it's a magic number

Today was Katherine's third birthday party. As I've been telling everyone within earshot, I don't know if it's felt like just a few short months, or an eternity. She continues to grow and change by leaps and bounds, yet, by the same token, it feels like she's always been with us, the effect of her presence on our lives is so profound.

We had a "fish" theme for the party, based on some cute stuff that Margie had seen. We decorated paper plates with fishtails (stapled triangles of construction paper) and drew fish faces on them. Margie made an amazing fishbowl of blue Jello with little gummi fish between the layers.

Most amazing was the fish cake she made, out of a store-bought sheet cake, cut and rearranged like Tangrams, to form a fish, with home-made purplish frosting skin and Necco wafers for scales. Gorgeous.

In attendance were the Testerfolk, Rey and Tristan, and Katherine's day care friend Thomas, along with Thomas' mother, Debbie. My folks, and Margie and I, too, of course.

Lots of fun, and the kinder all had a blast, as much self-generated by running around as anything else. Of course.

Second funniest moment: the two hobby horses (one from us, one from Margie's folks). I'd very intentionally gotten her a realistic tawny horse, shying away from the girly-girl ones with pink-white-purple hair and rainbow-glitter-mane. Needless to say, that's what she got from the in-laws. Which she chooses as the "standard" will be interesting to see.

Funniest moment: the three junior golf club sets, one from us, one each from the grandparents. She can hold her own little mini-tourney in the back yard now (and did, with the other kids).

She's an amazingly fine girl, well-behaved and loving, and we're truly blessed to have had her with us for three years.

Pictures to follow.


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Saturday, 24 May 2003, 9:30 PM
Quoth Andrea Harris ...

Great people were born on this day, eh? Happy Birthday to Katherine!

Saturday, 24 May 2003, 10:18 PM
Quoth Andrea Harris ...

Sorry for the two trackbacks -- I pointed the trackback to the wrong post.

Tuesday, 27 May 2003, 7:01 AM
Quoth *** Dave ...

No problem -- Katherine doesn't mind the publicity. :-)

Thursday, 29 May 2003, 12:03 AM
Quoth Da Goddess ...

Happy Birthday to all of you!


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