Plastic Surgery

Well, I called my dermatologist yesterday and got the results from my biopsy. Just as she suspected, it is a basal cell cancer. I don't really know a lot about what that means other than that it has to come out! She recommended that I see a plastic surgeon to have it removed. I'm really bummed that after all the damage Superman did to my looks, all I get to have the surgeon do is cut out a little spot on my collarbone. It seems like they should have a BOGO (Buy One, Get One) Deal. I (or my insurance) pays for the cancer removal, and they throw in a tummy tuck. Don't y'all think that's a good idea?

At least in the face of that kind of bad news, we have some cute pics from this last week.

I finally realized that the key to getting Superman to take a nap was to surround him. I have to watch him like a hawk when he is like this, but if I give him something to snuggle, he goes out like a light! In this pic, he is lying snuggled inside his Boppy with his bear, Larry, on top of him.

Hubby and I went out on a date (including Superman) Friday night. We stopped on the way home at Krispy Kreme. I order each of the big kids a pumpkin iced donut. The ones in the picture were cream filled with orange icing on the top that had a Jack-O-Lantern drawn on it in black icing. I never looked in the box. Imagine my disappointment when (after telling the kids about their pumpkin looking donuts) I opened the box and it was just regular donuts with orange icing. So, I whipped out the decorator icing, and told them we planned for them to make their own Jack-O-Lanterns.

III is at the age now where you don't dare not get him a Krispy Kreme hat because he'll feel left out, and you don't dare imply that you thought he was young enough to want a Krispy Kreme hat. It's a tightrope walk with him these days. I guess since we were at home and he was decorating a donut, it was cool to wear the hat. Or, maybe it was retro-cool. Or, maybe he was just trying to humor Mommy and Daddy. Who knows?

This is my new babysitter. I took a storage cube and lined it with a towel. It is just the right size for Superman to sit in. He sits up so he's happy. It's big enough for him to wiggle around in, but not big enough for him to lose his toys. It's perfect. This usually gets us about 20 minutes of peace during school.Rosy has found the Junie B. Jones chapter books and is reading them at about the rate of one each day. She has decided to teach Superman to read. The two of them LOVE to cuddle each other. They never get tired of it.
We went to the Pumpkin Patch Monday afternoon and got pumpkins for everyone to paint. Carving them is just a little too gross for us this year. I just know that Superman would end up eating pumpkin guts.