1. Frederick spends his time being adorable. He’s usually very good at it, but sometimes when he’s tired he stops trying to be adorable and tries to be petulant. He’s good at petulant, too.
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| My little baby with five teeth. |
2. Edward’s a genius. At the very least, he has an amazing memory. I found him the other day playing with his letters, and it took me a second to realize what he was doing. The crazy thing is that he sat down and did it without going over to look at the keyboard. Additionally, the other day in the bathtub he counted to 70.
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| Edward spells out the keyboard alphabet. |
3. Evan is still alive. The dear man works hard and jumps through hoops like a circus animal. (That’s figurative, not literal.) He’s finishing up his month of ophthalmology elective and getting ready to go back on call at the hospital every 4th night. Also, he killed a female elk about three weeks ago. Our freezer is already pretty full of last year’s elk and antelope, so we’re sharing some of the meat with his brother.
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| The spiffy white shirts and ties the kids are wearing are from Marcie. |
4. My skin cancer recurred. After a full year of thinking I was a cancer survivor, it came back in the same spot on my nose. The doctor called it “aggressive and invasive” but still benign; that means it wasn’t going to kill me, just eat my face off quicker than expected. I had the surgery on my nose today at the doctor’s office. Picture going to the dentist and having him take off part of your nose instead of your tooth...it was like that. Right now there’s a crater in my nose (just like in summer of 2009) and it’s about a centimeter in diameter and a centimeter deep (much bigger than last time).
As far as recovery goes, it gets to heal on its own for 4 weeks and then I go back for a skin graft. This is apparently the best way to insure optimal nose-pit-fill-in. Super weird fact for the day: they are going to take the graft from the inside of my ear because it has the same oily glands that the skin on my nose has. Yep, I’m going to have ear-face. I’m glad we already took our family picture.
These are pictures of me with my pressure bandage on. My children gave me weird looks. Tomorrow I get to shower and wash out the pit, then fill it up with Vaseline and put on a normal bandaid.
