Dialogue:

(Scene, me carrying Jack, piggy back.)

Jack: Mommy- knock, knock.

Me: Who's there?

Jack: Shoe.

Me: Shoe, who?

Jack: My shoe is falling off.

"We've been burned twice before..."

Surprisingly, it almost slipped my mind that we had an appointment at Primary's today. I can't even begin to explain how nice it is to not have to count down days and hours till our next appointment so I can see the x-ray and know that we made through another trial period. SIGH.

Today went great. Jack was so cooperative with radiology and sat there chatting with them as they held his arms above his head during his x-ray. It was glorious. Beautiful blacks and whites and no gray pleural effusions.

Dr. Su said everything looks perfect and Dr. Jou said he looks like a million bucks. Nevertheless, we only docked down his aldactone by a dose. We are keeping him on Lasix because as Dr. Su said, "we've been burned twice before" when we took him off Lasix. So we are playing it safe. The diuretics aren't affecting him negatively so I am fine leaving him on them for awhile. Granted- they aren't super helpful during potty training, but oh well. I'll take a puddle on the floor over a pleural effusion any day.

So YAY for that.

For those wondering how our little escape to Vegas was, it was wonderful. It was weird to not have to worry about where we were going to eat, how long we were going to swim, when we needed to get to bed... it was awesome. Josh and I left the hotel maybe twice. We spent alot of time sitting at the pool, uninterrupted and it was spectacular. We ate yummy food and I played around with my rental lens. We had a blast. Can't wait to go back. (hee hee, some of you laugh with me..)

Thanks to my mom, again, for taking Jack. And thanks to Jack, for letting us go.

"Ask Grandma."

For about a year, Jack has been asking me to go into Build-A-Bear. Don't ask me how he knows what's in there, they must have had a professional decorate the exterior of those stores to look like some sort of ride at Disneyland, because without fail, no matter where we are, if there is a Build-A-Bear, Jack asks to go in.

And without fail, each time, I say "Ask Grandma, maybe Grandma will take you there."

My mother, bless her heart, took Jack to Build-A-Bear. She tended him for a whole three days in fact, while Josh and I escaped reality to regroup ourselves after a long, arduous summer of mental distress and worry. Jack didn't seem TOO bummed that we were gone, but his fun escapades with Grandma surely took part in that.

Upon arrival, Jack was immediately interested in the machinery at the store. Not really the toys. He had one in mind however, the polar bear. Unfortunately he wasn't available. So Jack immediately went for this. As happy as we all are about Jack's passion for world peace- we decided to get him a regular bear. The stuffing part scared the hell out of him- as I imagine it would, watching your teddy limp and lifeless, get stuffed vigorously with 'teddy bear guts.' But in the end, this is what we ended up with..

Meet, Dr. Benji:

(he comes complete with "x-a-ray")

And Jack INSISTED that he get Josh and I each, a beating heart.. Because lets be honest, he owes us one. (They do actually beat. Creepy.)

It was heart warming, to have him be so excited to give these to us. He was thrilled. I loved it.

Oh, and this is what Dr. Benji looks like on his days off.

To top off the visit to BAB, Jack left a LARGE puddle on the floor, due to his diuretic's, and my mom not thinking to asking him if he needs to go to potty every ten minutes. It takes a good fourty-five to "build" a bear. So, cheers to BAB, for cleaning that up. In the words of my mom, "For what I paid for that bear, the least they can do is clean up Jack's pee."

(I'll post about Vegas later. This was more important.)