I Mean Really....

No, not that fact that every wheeled toy he owns is in the bed. The title portrays how this child is going to give me a heart attack very soon. Now I don't want to brag, but since this is my blog, , I am totally going to! I have been told Preston is a sharp cookie. At first I thought-well sure, I mean everyone says that to new moms, but the comments were a little different. I was told by his NY pediatrician that he was very alert, very bright, very smart. OK. Then his day care teacher pulled me aside one day and said that his sense of humor was above the average 2 1/2 year old.

Now we move to another state and I am pretty sure that no one spoke to anyone here. But the I Love Preston fan club continues to grow across state lines. His teachers think everything he says is ridiculously funny and that he is a smartie pants. On his daily report card there is always something written that is so attuned to Preston. It's not just "Preston played in the block center today, picked his nose once and took a poop at three." One day it was how he was singing Bon Jovi while hanging in the art center. Another day when his teacher was counting off in English and then Spanish to the kids, she said "Preston you are eight-ocho." To which he responded, "No Miss Sandy. I am three." Very seriously. When he first started school he made them aware of his NY daycare injury-not just a boo boo on his finger-oh no. my son told them the correct hospital dx, "I have a hematoma." I was told they never heard a 2 1/2 year old say hematoma. Last week the teacher that started for the mornings told me she thought Preston was more mature than the other kids in the class.

What did smart Preston do this weekend? Preston at home with me is in full cry mode whenever he does not get his way. I mean this is a talent. The tears are right there-they just start. And it's not for important things-it's things like, he does not want to wear a ceratin pair of shoes, the tv is not turned on fast enough, a toy is out of batteries, the sun did not rise properly...etc. Well Preston also has a tendency that after the first wail, he takes a breath and turns purple and red and other assorted colors and you wait...and wait....and wait and then the second loud wail. I usually will say "Breathe." Last week I noticed he wasn't wailing a second time until I shook him. This past Sunday he did it again, except this time he passed OUT! Like full on passed out. You want to talk about the most agonizing, frightening, five seconds of my life? Of course to me it felt like minutes. Screaming for my parents I breathed into his mouth and then had to slap his face. Apparently Preston has decided to begin breath holding spells. Which if you research is quite common. As long as your child does not turn white/pale and pass out, it is a typical normal occurrence and it is used as ...drumroll....a form of manipulation. I was hysterical crying for about ten full minutes afterwards which I found out is exactly what they want. Of course I rushed to the pediatrician anyway who told me that, "this is what happens when you have a really smart child." He has pulled it one more time since but did not pass out. I was told that he will always come to in a matter of seconds and it will not cause any brain damage whatsoever. He now tells me he will "bweathe" and not scare Mommy.

Smart child? Hey Preston-take a breath and save the smarts for Harvard Medical School.