My first born.

She's not such a baby anymore. Today was her first day back to preschool. She was so excited to go! She asked to wear her Incredible Hulk shirt. :P She's in the same class with the same teachers as last year. She and her bud Drew are the only two who didn't go on to Kindergarten because they didn't make the cut-off date. She knew the drill...walked into class, put her back pack into her cubby and joined her new friends at the play-doh table. I had to go steal a kiss. When I went to pick her up, she was hanging on the dinosaur carpet with some girls. She looked TIRED! Tired but completely happy.



Here is Payton and Drew after class. They both had paint all over them. Back to school means momma needs to buy some oxy-clean, lol!


And a pic of the two of us.



Last Thursday Payton had her appointment with the dermatologist. They removed the mole to be biopsied. At first the doctor didn't act too concerned. Then when she looked at it under the special lights she said she wanted it removed asap to be biopsied and then when I told her about Payton's paternal grandfather having melanoma, she got completely serious. It shook me up some and I can't get that lingering worry off my mind. I should hear from her by next week. Payton was completely brave. She didn't cry at all when she got the numbing shot nor when the mole was sliced off. I was grossed out though. Just send some good thoughts our way please...we could use them.