The adventures of the first three years of a daughter’s lifeOnce upon a time a baby girl was born.From the day she was born minor problems surfaced in her little body; she was a “squirt”( so named by a nurse in the nursery because she was so tiny ). Frequent visits to the pediatrician were necessary, mostly for “follow ups”.Since I had flexible hours at work and my wife didn’t, I took our daughter to nearly every doctor’s appointment until she was three years old,. Unexpectedly the pediatrician died and the new doctor’s office was very close to home. My wife was able to take her to all her appointments.Now is the time to mention the adventures she had with her dad during the period of time, before the new doctor.The routine when she had appointments was fixed: pick my daughter up at my aunt’s house at 1 pm, drive her to her appointment, and then take her someplace she’s never been to before.After each place we visited, she got an ice cream cone.When she was old enough to talk and get excited with what she saw while in her stroller, I took her for walks around marinas to look at the boats.Taking her to the Republic airfield to watch airplanes take off and land was exciting for me; not at all for her.Even with them flying over her head, she always concentrated on picking flowers for her mom, oblivious to anything else happening.Even when a historic World War Two black American airman flew a red tail p-51 mustang into Republic airfield, she was once again concentrating on picking flowers for her mom. So much for a history lesson that literally got lost in the bed of wildflowers.There was a moment in her history when she was three years old,and the mall near where we lived had a “rock” climbing pyramid for older toddlers.One day, back when I was taking her to her appointments, I picked her up after nursery school , and took her to the mall!At the top of the pyramid of plastic squares, she yelled down to me,”Look at me daddy, I am on top of the mountain.”I said ,” Come down when you want ice cream and then we’ll go home to tell mommy about the mountain you climbed.”