I went to the dermatologist today. It was my first time going, I was a little bit of excited and nervous, too. I have to get a mole that’s in between my toes removed. Apparently moles on the feet and hands are never good. I think I might have got it during one of my pregnancies, but I’m not entirely sure. It’s not too often that I look between my toes… unless I’m painting my toes, maybe, but I don’t do that as much as I should. I think I will do that tonight, actually!
So I made an appointment to go back in a few weeks so they can remove it. Eww and Owe. I think it might hurt. I’m curious to see what kind of scar it leaves. Not that I care, considering it’s in on my feet, but my derm man think it will leave a pretty big scar because my skin seems to be sensitive or something. I am a little freaked out by this appointment (is it called a surgery??) and I will probably cry because everything hurts worse than childbirth unless you are actually in childbirth. Including the dentist. I hate the dentist and even though dentist make a nice sum of money, I sort of feel bad for them that they have to be a face of bad news in someones day. Even though I did know a kid who wanted to be a dentist in high school and he was pretty nice looking.
The dermatologist (think technically a physicians assistant who specializes in dermatology, but what gives?) is going to send my mole off for testing or something which I think is pretty scientific. I’m anxious to hear about it, hope it’s not bad or anything. He said it will give him a good idea about the other moles that I have and if we need to remove any others.
I don’t use a lot of face wash on my skin, sometimes olive oil at night. Dude, have you tried it? Don’t look at me like that until you try it. It is awesome! Takes off all your makeup- even eye- really easily and leaves my skin feeling so soft and clean.
In case you were wondering about my skin.
In other news, Lucas has been playing with his black bear a lot the last few days. He named her Rosy. He said it was his sister. At frist I thought he was saying “wozey” and then I realized it was Rosy from Cailou. And Rosy is Cailou’s sister. Ohhhhhh I get it. Usually when he watches that show it’s 7:14am and I’m dead on the couch pretending to be rock star mom while he sits in his soggy diaper and watches this awesome kid on the TV.
He has been taking care of Rosy, so sweet. I love that he does this because it means he seems me taking care of him and his baby brother and he likes acting the same way. Right? He put Rosy to bed and patted her back and then he wanted me to nurse her…
Joshua. This child, oh man.
He is learning all these naughty tricks from his brother!! The other day I found him on top of the table, eating left over lunch! I was like, how did you get up there?? He is SUCH a monkey.
He is trying to say cracker right now. It’s really cute.
They are sharing a room. Lucas takes Joshua’s pacifier out of his crib and puts them on the dresser. Ha. Then I hear him “you little stinker!”
In case I don’t see or hear you before then, have a Merry Christmas!!
1. Do you go, or have you been recently, to see a dermatologist? Got any good or educational stories?
2. Olive Oil on Your Face?
3. Cailou: You like or you don’t like? My toddler likes it = I like it.
4. Elf on the Shelf? Creepy or Cute?