Warning to Aunt Marrah….

I will explain the title in a minute….Last weekend if you can believe this both us and the Chase Family, unbeknownst to either of us, we both chose to take our kiddos to Build-A-Bear workshop! How funny that across the country my friend is doing the same thing with her kids?  I think it’s cool.  Pres already has two built bears-a bear from his Uncle Chris he received when he was born and a Yankee dressed Monkey from Cousin Caitlin.  Preston picked out a black bear which is cute since when I was a little girl I had a huge black bear who I named “Black Bear.”  I was creative huh?  Here is Preston helping out:

Picking out his heart and helping stuff his bear. He hugged his bear to see if there was the proper amount of stuffing.

Then he rubbed his heart in his hands and on his face, kissed it and made a wish and stuffed the heart inside.

Then off to give his bear a bath!

Preston picked out a cool fireman outfit.  We also bought a tee shirt for his other bear that lights up and says Merry Christmas. And here is just a pic of me and my favorite man in the world after our train ride around the outdoor mall.

Now to explain about Marrah.  Marrah does not like to see pictures of Preston at appointments adorned in gowns or in a recovery room after an operation.  When Preston was two months he underwent an inguinal hernia repair.  I took a picture in the recovery room because under his gas mask he was sucking his pacifier.  Hilarious:

Well Tuesday was Preston’s sleep study.  Ugh.  He was actually kind of excited about it at first.  Here he is when we first got to the sleep lab.

We decided to tell him he was going to be a super hero.  After the first 20 wires went on I don’t think he was convinced he was akin to Batman.  I could see the doubt in his mind (so his Mother’s child).  It’s like “where’s the cape?”  I also began thinking to myself, “I just told him he is getting super powers when he goes to sleep.  He is going to wake up and wonder why it is he cannot fly.  Perhaps I should switch gears.”  I then told him the wires hooked up to a robot that could read his dreams.  At that point I don’t think he gave a rat’s patoot:

He did go to sleep pretty fast and then we re-inserted the nasal canula since that was pissing him off to no avail.  Once he was in REM sleep (in about 2.4 seconds) we put that on.  Of course the recliner I was promised went to the other mother down the hall so I had about five inches of bed to sleep on and was woken up pretty much every hour to the tech repositioning his wires. And getting that gunk out of his hair the next morning---ugh!!!! Needless to say I was told, “Mommy, I don’t ever want to come back here again.” Amen.