How do you get to Sesame Street?

I really want to know. I think it's near New York...

Please view this clip. We were doing some SS video watching with Miles and saw this. David and I were very impressed to the max. I just watched it again and am still laughing.

Things that make you go hmm.....

Does anyone remember the C + C Music Factory? I do.

I have no intentions for this post. In fact, I just sat here for a good 45 seconds trying to come up with something to write. And nothing came to mind. I guess I will just pot some things I've been thinking about recently...

-I'm in the nursery in my ward. Today I was reading a story about dump trucks to a 2 year-old when he said this: "excavator!" How does this kid know what an excavator is? I didn't know what an excavator was until I read that book. How many other things don't I know that most 2 years do?

-The R button on my laptop comes off almost everytime I use it. It's awesome.

-Why do I feel bad that Miles doesn't know what an fork lift is?

-I wonder if my sister Sabrena ever gets mad that her childhood wish of getting a chocolate cake the size of the world never came true.

-I think I'm going to make myself a banana split.

-Miles wouldn't eat any lunch or dinner. Is it wrong for me to put him down for the night without giving him something to eat first? Am I starving my baby?

-I just started reading our book club book called- The Professor and The Madmad by Simon Winchester. I'm pretty sure I'm the stupidest person on the planet. I wish I was smart like Sabrena.

-I wish I was strong like Cassandra.

-I wish I was passionate like Celeste.

-I wish I was just like my Mom.

-I wish I could call my grandma right now.

-I really love my husband. Like more than a friend.

-Last night I had a dream that my belly got so big that David had to get a crane to lift me out of bed. And also most of my teeth had fallen out.

-This morning I wanted a crane to lift me out of bed. My teeth are still in tact.

-We stopped all TV watching and snacks at out our house. Miles is an entirely different person. I do feel bad that sometimes I down some marshmallows while he isn't looking, but I still do it.

-Sometimes I feel like if I wanted to badly enough I could write. Not well, but I could write. I could write my thoughts, my theories, or about my past and present and maybe what I want my future to become. I could put them all together in a random pattern and people could read them. Or not. And then I remember I have a blog. And I use it to do just that. I love blogging.

-I also love to say it. "Blogging."

Well, I guess that's all for now. I'm peacing out.

-Sister Cain

Prego Log #8: Whats up, Doc?

***I'm sorry if this music sacred anyone. It is a tribute to this post and one of my very favortie songs when I was a rocker.***

So, I finally made it in to see a new doctor. Believe it or not, I have another story for you:

It started off great because David had a break from school which meant I didn't need to find a babysitter. So, I was off. After I got there, signed in and waited for 15 minutes for them to call me back- they said that because I was a new patient they would have someone come in and do my "interview"- it was just a really long history. So I waited. And waited. And waited. And after 45 minutes, I decided that they must have forgotten about me and was about to step into the hall and grab someone. Just then the door opened...

It was a sweet little med student. "I'm so sorry," she said, "but we are going to have to move you to a different room. Things are kind of crazy right now." Uh... sure. That's fine.

"Sure. That's fine. Do you know how much longer it will be? My husband has to go back to school and I don't have any other babysitter lined up." I hoped that that would help move things along.

It didn't. She assured me that someone would be in shortly, but lied. Another 30 minutes went by.

Yes! A lady walked in with papers! She must be here to do my history! She set them down on the counter, told me that the nurse would come in soon and left. Blast.

Another 10 minutes passed and someone finally came to do my history. Which took 20 minutes. And when she left she told me she was sorry about the wait and that the tech would be in soon to get me ready to see the doctor. Awesome.

The tech only took another 15 minutes or so. She had me get undressed and sit on the table. I finally felt like things were turning around. How long could they make me wait laying with a half-robe covering my goods and a paper sheet over my legs on the table? Too long. I finally got up and started walking around. Time was running out. David had to get back to school for a quiz by 4:00 and it was 3:30! Two and half hours had gone by! Are you serious?! Come on people!

The med student came back in and said she was going to measure me before the doctor came in. She was sweet and obviously nervous so I didn't want to make her too upset. I kindly asked if she could help me get out of there faster and she told me that things really are never like this and that it would never happen again. She was sorry and she understood that I needed to get going in a hurry. She told me that she would be back with the doctor in five minutes.

Throughout the course of the appointment I would text Dave and tell him I was sorry and that it really shouldn't be too much longer. But, now it was 3:50 and so I called him. He was more than just a little frantic and I told him that I would just get dressed and leave. Right then the doctor came in.

He understood that we were in a hurry and seemed sincerely sorry that things had been such a mess. Apparently they just hired a new Medical Assistant and today was her first day. She was mixing up patients and doing all sorts of things to cause confusion and delay.

So, he did his business and I was off. It was 4:07 when I got in the car and 4:13 when I got home. I had a horrible vision of David missing his quiz and flunking out of med school, which in turn was giving me a panic attack. It got worse when I got stuck waiting for a train to pass.

Things worked out. David made it in time for his quiz and all was well. Barely.

Besides the time issue, I felt good there. Everyone was super nice and there were no crazy people telling me to hurry and get dressed because they didn't want the nurse to know that they had made a mistake. And get this- they didn't even ask me if I brought my pee from home! They did a very good history, everyone was very apologetic and the doctor seemed like he knew what he was doing. They even called me the next day to tell me sorry again for the time issue.

I'm sticking with them. Lets just hope it doesn't take 3 hours again next time or I’m having Dave deliver me. At home.

That is all.

Prego Log #7: Potty Training gives me a Potty Mouth.

I don't remember if I actually used any "naughty" words during this painful -sorry, let me try that again: horribly and utterly painful- experience, but I sure was thinking them...

We tried. I failed. Miserably.

I guess I will just have to deal with the fact that we will have two little people running around in diapers at the Cain home until I am ready to try again. And I don't see me being ready any time soon. Maybe I can convince Mama Suite to come out here and see if she can work her magic after Female Fetus comes. We'll see.

So, I'm sure you want specifics- everyone loves a good horror story- but I'm not going to give them. Lets just say this- my efforts were flushed down the toilet. Zing!

The Suites come to visit!

I neglected to post pictures of my family's trip to visit us. I'll do it now.

Beach Time.


Mama Suite and the grandkids.


Tatum shares her Dippin' Dots with Miles.

Miles likes it.


Chubbs McGee and her family.


Miles and Aunt Celeste snoozing.

And my favorite of all the photos.

Prego Log #6: Who wears the pants?

I do. And I have to keep reminding myself of that fact.

So, this week has been tough. We snipped Miles' "pass" and he immediately knew it was "broken." He didn't want it anymore, but he wanted something and I wasn't giving it to him. Then we took a trip to Palmyra for the weekend which was fabulous until the ride home... Miles screamed for three hours. It was awesome. I was so VERY tempted to give it to him, but I'm really glad that I didn't.

Once he got over the whole pass issue, we bought his big boy bed and let him pick out his own sheets. It was a tough choice, but Thomas prevailed over Mickey, Elmo and even Ka Chow. We put together his bed and Miles helped me put the new sheets on. We practiced going to sleep and it seemed to have worked. I put him down that night and he cried for about a minute and then he fell asleep. Of course, I put a little mattress on the side of his bed hoping that it would catch him if he rolled off, but I think he thought that was for sleeping too because when I went up to check on him- he was kneeling half way on his bed and half way on the other matress. I guess he fell asleep praying.

Get this: After a few nights without falling off his bed, I figured I could get rid of the mattress on the floor. Bad idea. Last night I awoke to a loud thud and I had a suspicion it wasn't just a toy that fell off the bed. David assured me that Miles was fine and that I shouldn't go check on him. So I didn't. I figured that if it was Miles he would've woken up or cried or something. But, this morning I crept up the stairs and found Miles on the floor! He has a bruise on his forehead. Poor Kid.

Luckilly, he figured it out...

Now it's time for potty training. I'm so nervous. I think we will give him a few more nights in his big boy bed before we start.
Monday is the day.