Holy Moley. Part 1

I am a spot covered gal.  Have been most of my life. . .My derm believes I am probably a poster child for being at risk for Melanoma.  And therefore I do the annual body scan thing, I wear sunscreen year round, and I'm pretty vigilant about keeping an eye on the speckles on my skin.

And the speckles on my kids skin.

When Mischief was about to be 5, we noticed a mole on her arm that seemed to be growing.  So we brought it up to her pediatrician.  (Slight side note. . .we love our pediatrician. If you don't love your pediatrician. . .you should change. . .find one you love. . .so nice to trust your child's doctor completely).  The ped looks at it and says. . yeah. . .lets refer her to a pediatric derm.  It is probably nothing, but. . .it would be good to get it checked out.

We make the appointment to go see the pediatric derm. . . .And this guy is fantastic.  He is funny, charming and makes my little Mischief totally forget why we are there.  Until he says "Lets just take a little piece for testing."  Mischief totally (quickly!!) figures out this means he has to cut a piece off.  And she. . .FREAKS. OUT.

He numbs it, he talks her through it, I hold her hands and talk her through it. . .and she screams bloody murder while he takes "a little piece for testing."

Happily she recovers quickly. . .but it was not fun.  A sticker and a band-aid a promise to call with the results, and we head out the door for our long trip home from Atlanta.

In the mean time. . .it is time for my annual derm check up. . . .

Holey Moley. Part 2