The Beach

Because the blog I wrote earlier today was a bit of a downer, and since then I've cleaned for 2 hours which usually calms me down, I decided I should make a post highlighting the only good part of the day. Before we left for the beach, I considered bringing extra batteries for the camera, but reconsidered after turning on the camera and seeing the green, full charge battery indicator. Yeah, the batteries died about 10 minutes after we got there. So there aren't many pictures, but I'll post what we do have.


Here's Chloe in her beach hat, which she surprisingly wore most of the day. She hates having things on her head.


Here she is studying the water.


This is Chloe getting her feet wet for the first time in the ocean. She loved it and she giggled every time a wave crashed into us.


Here are the boys playing in the waves. Miguel and the boys found probably 8 whole sand dollars at the beach today. I've only ever found one whole sand dollar, and it was still fuzzy and alive. They had a good time.

Looking at those pictures reminds me that I have a huge birthmark on my arm. I tend to forget that. Because I usually forget that it's there, I've never really put serious thought into getting it removed. Well, now I'm starting to have problems with it. I keep getting weird bumps that will bleed like a scene from Kill Bill if I scratch at them or rub too hard with a towel after getting out of the shower. If you've ever seen Kill Bill, you know what I mean. It's the same color and everything. I had some of the bumps removed last year, but they came back even bigger, and one of them never healed. I've had a hell of a time finding a dermatologist to take care of it because my HMO only has one in network, and he will only see patients who have skin cancer, which luckily, I don't have. So a nurse at my OBGYN has been looking for a dermatologist that I can go to with authorization, and she gave me a call today. She said her daughter had a port wine stain on her face, which is the same kind I have, and they had a doctor in Houston remove it because their dermatologist told them that later in life, the skin can start to raise. Well, that's what's starting going on with mine. It's not nice and flat and even like a tattoo anymore. Now it's starting to raise up on my forearm plus I'm getting those bumps that bleed like there's no tomorrow. So hopefully I'll be able to get to a dermatologist and hopefully my insurance will cover the cost of getting it removed if that's what we have to do.

There I go on a tangent again. Mom's coming tomorrow. Thank God. I really need her right now. I'd better get to bed.