But it's just a prick....saids the Russian Blood Lady

Preston weighs in at 21 pounds and is 29 inches long. This kid is projected to be at least 6 feet tall when he's an adult! Way to go Peewee!

They gave him a flu shot and stuck it in his chubby little leg, poor kid. Then he had to get blood drawn to check his iron levels. So out comes this lady with a thick Russian accent. Her hair was ratted and glasses about a mile thick. She took one look at Preston and said "just my luck, a baby." Keep in mind her tone was that of pure sarcasm. Josh and I looked at eachother like who in the hell is this chick and why should we let her touch our son?! Well we go back to the room and she pulls out a rubber band to wrap around Preston's arm. What?! How on earth could this lady find a teeny tiny baby vein?! Well we expressed our concern and she took the hint. In her stale coffee breath voice, she said in broken English, " Ok I prick finger instead, OK?" So she grabbed Preston's chubby little finger and stuck it at such a slow pace that it was obvious to a nine month old what she was up to. Hurry up lady....my kid is smarter than you...hurry...PRICK! Preston with all his sweetness frowned and looked at me like I was the bad guy. So the Russian blood leech I mean tech squeezed the hell outta Peewee's finger. So much that it was starting to turn purple! Good God! Get your blood already lady! Meanwhile Peewee just looked in pure amazement at his blood. "What the heck is this coming out of mine finger?"he thought.
We then had to wait 5 minutes for his sore finger to stop bleeding. But we survived the whole ordeal!
Well I got the call that Preston is in excellent health with wonderful iron levels. I thank God everyday for a healthy baby.