When Maryn (i.e. the little 5 lb. chicken baby) was born, she had a tiny little freckle on the tip-top of her bum. It was cute and we affectionately considered it the birthmark that would help identify our baby amidst a sea of other little babies in the hospital nursery. Ours was the one with the freckle on her bum. Anyway, that little freckle has grown as Maryn has grown...they're tight like that. She actually named her bff birthmark, "bob"...as in "big bob, the mole"...Maryn's funny like that. What one does the other has to copy I guess. Anyway it has gotten pretty big. And just this year has become more unseemly...mostly for Maryn. Her friends were starting to notice it when she would reach high or bend over..."ewww!! what's THAT?!?", the evil little Tonican monsters would say in their whiny, impolite way. :-) Anyway, so as to not arm them with one more piece of verbal weaponry against our fragile little 9 year old, we took her to the Dermatoligist to see about getting it removed. He couldn't handle it in his office, so he referred us to an outpatient surgery center in Peoria!! This was becoming a bigger deal than we bargained for. We drove down there last week and as you can imagine Maryn was stressing/ freaking/ worrying/ stressing/ freaking out!! We went into the operating room, and it took 3 shots of the anesthetic for her bum to go numb. And you know how those shots are the worst part, right? Well, there was much crying and panicking, and more stressing and freaking out until the Doc was even able to remove anything. After all was said and done he left her with a stitched up scar that is now about 2 inches wide. It's big. But I think she's glad it's gone. We are waiting on biopsy results, but it should be fine...most congenital moles are I guess.
2. Parker Faye
Parker is not only crawling all over creation, she is now pulling herself up on things. The most dramatic moment was when we went into her room to get her up from a nap and she had pulled her self up on the edge of her crib and was about ready to dive out head first. We had to lower the mattress that day...another milestone on the way out of infant/newborn-ness...sigh. It's going so fast. I've loved this year, but I must say, it goes so quickly. Sigh...(this time a little heavier, and more melancholy).
3. Avery lost her first tooth!
Because Avery is literally almost as tall as both of her Grandma's at this point, we tend to forget that she is only 7. Avery got her teeth late as a baby. Not until 10 months I think. She gummed everything like an old man who lost his dentures. Because the teeth came in late, they are now late in falling out. She has had a loose one on the bottom for a few months now, and it finally popped out while she was at school. She brought it home in a ziploc...a bloodly stump of white. Lucky for her the tooth fairy was on her tippy-toes and delivered on time...she had been waiting for this milestone for a long time!! "Maybe this little tooth will go to your baby sister" is what the note from the Fairy said to Miss Avery. Maybe indeed.
