I love to laugh. ha! ha! ha! ha!

I had to share this. It sounds more like he is crying than laughing, but he is sure enjoying bubble time with uncle Danny. Oh, and Danny I know you are reading this- now would be an oppurtune time to make your first comment on my blog. ...I'm waiting.



Sorry about the clicks. I'm not sure where they came from.

Being sick makes me sick.

I had a cold in Erie and I thought I was just getting over it, and then...

A few days ago I woke up with a sore throat. That night I was super achy. Today I woke up just miserable and when I checked my throat this morning there was a solar system that has evolved on my tonsils. It looks like I have white moldy grapes growing on my throat.

I can't swallow.

It's not strep either. Tested this morning. That means I have a viral infection that could take weeks to heal. Awesome.

American not my Idol anymore

David Archuleta. More like- David Archu-letting-me-down.

I'm giving you one more chance and then we are through.

p.s. On Wednesday I told my sister that if Kristy Lee Cook doesn't go home- I'm never watching the show again. I lied. I'll watch it, I'm just not happy about it.

p.s.s. Kristy Lee Cook is the idol chosen for votefortheworst.com. So that helps.

Sleighbells and schnitzel.

So, Julie Andrews has her idea of good things. And I have mine.

Here are a few:

My boys.

Miles' breath. I'm not kidding. It smells like cream cheese frosting. And if he eats a graham cracker it smells like a delicious after school snack. Only, today I was laying down and I forgot that I had just given him a piece of licorice and when I asked him if I could smell his breath a piece of slimy wetness dropped into my eye. So today it smelled like nibs, but most of the time it is frosting fantastic. I wish you could post smells because it would be totally worth it. I'll contact the blogger people and tell them to get going on this new technology.

HGTV. I. love. it. We recently bought a house. I wrote into HGTV and told them that some rooms in my house need a makeover. I'm sure they should be getting back to me any day now...

My son's big head. 100th percentile people! Even though he has often been referred to as Stewie from The Family Guy and I myself have wondered if he is secretly plotting against me, I still love his head. The kid is going to be a genius!

My sister-in-law's blog. Because she posts more pictures and videos of Miles than I do. And who doesn't love someone that loves your kid? If you would like to check it out- click here.

Starfall.com. If you have kids or can't read check out this website. Julie Keith from Erie introduced it to me and I am grateful for it. Miles is in love with it.

Miles' lisp. Pass is Pasth. Yes is Yeahsth. I wish I had one so I could sound as cool as he does.

"I'm a Mom, I'm a Mom, I'm proud to be me, yeah."- I'm okay with the fact that I'm not a domestic goddess and that I have some wobbly bits. Yes, I give my child sugar based snacks. Yes, I heat food in the microwave in plastic bowls (aka: cancer traps). Yes, I have let Miles put my toothbrush in his mouth after I just used it. Yes, I plan Miles' bath time around American Idol, but I'm a good Mom and I am comfortable with myself. David loves me. Miles loves me and I love them.

I don't know what "it" is- but It's got "it".

So....

Our trip to Erie is over. Here are some high(and low)lights:

Friday

-Night: Miles sees us packing and knows that we are leaving. He refuses to not be touching one us. I cry.

Saturday

-Morning: I get to see Miles before we leave. He remembers we are leaving and cries hysterically when I go to the ladies. I cry in the bathroom. I come out and he runs to me. I cry and give him big hugs. David and I slip out of the room when he isn't looking and I cry all the way to the plane and start again a few times when David isn't looking.

-Night: We arrive in Erie and go directly to the Erie 2nd Ward's ward party to meet the nicest people in the whole world- the Keiths. We stay at the Keiths. All week.

Sunday

-Church: I am amazed at how many connections there are back to Salt Lake. We meet and/or re-meet about 600 people.

-House hunting begins: Dreadful. Every last one of them. The basements are so scary that I'm honestly afraid of rabid animals, zombies or stepping on a nail and getting gonorrhea (yes, I know what gonorrhea is). I'm devastated- because I really don't want to live with zombies or those other things. I'm still hopeful that something is out there.

Monday

-Lazy Day. I miss Miles so much it's killing me. The Keith's continue to delight our palate with delectable treats.

Tuesday

-The hunt continues: We look at about 15 houses and I'm just not comfortable with any of them. I have a feeling that there is one house that would just be perfect for us. And then... we find it. It's the cutest thing I've ever seen. I'm sure you are dying to see it- so here are a few photos...


Isn't it adorable?!



Cutest little Kitchen!


This is the living space.


There is even a quiet study for David.

I know! I know! It's great. We are in love with it. I just kept wanting to go back.

So-

Wednesday: We make an offer.

Thursday: We adjust the offer. They accept it!

Friday:

-Morning: I start crying hysterically again because I miss Miles so much. I have the most horrible feeling that something bad is going to happen to him today. We get the inspection for the house down. Everything looks pretty good.

-5:00pm: Jeff Cain calls. Miles fell and may need stitches. I'm grateful it's not something a whole lot worse. I don't even cry.

-8:00pm: I cry.

Saturday:

-Afternoon: We finally get on the plane and I am incredibly anxious. Will he remember me? Will he be mad at me? Will he ever love me again?

-Reunion: I see him from a distance and immediately drop my bags and run to him with outstretched arms. He sees me. Signs and says "Mama!" Gives me a great big smile and I scoop him up with giant tears in my eyes. He gives me a extra long hug. I love this kid. It was like the movies- only better. We walk to the car and my Mother-in-Law (watching through the window) says, "You guys made me cry!" Me too, Laraine. Me too.

I must thank the incredible retractable distactable (I'm sure that is not a word) stupendous sublimely fantastical cheeseballs (aka: the Keiths) for everything that they did for us. How could we ever repay you for the endless meals, the super comfy mattress, the sharing of the bathroom, the endless wisdom of all things Erie, LECOM and homeownership, the neck cracks, the dancing to the jungle song, the introduction to starfall.com, the late nights that should've been spent studying and of course, my new favorite game, Killer Bunnies. We loved spending time with you guys and hopefully we will be able to make it up to you someday. Please tell Gracie, Sammy and the Pink Baby Dinosaur that we miss them very much. I still have "Barie Merry Posa" stick in my head. We love you guys! See you in July!

I love him so much.

I miss Miles so much. I was reading a story to Gracie- a daughter of the people we are staying with- about a bear tucking her baby into bed. I was bawling. It was embarrassing.

I get to see him tomorrow!!!

I will post all about Erie next week. I have big news.

I heart Erie.

Well, we made it! Other than the unfortunate "peach" smoothie (that really tasted like a mix between bread dough and throw up) and the rotten whodunit mystery stink in the airplane, our journey was a success. I'm not going to count the times that I was crying due to missing Miles because I'm sure this wil be a good experience for me.

The Keith's home is awesome, the hospitality is wonderful and the food is excellent. If we could find room for Miles- we might just have to shack up with them when we move in July. ...I'm kidding Julie.

We went to church today and met some fantastic people. We are amazed at how many connections we had with people from Utah.

We went house shopping today. Not good. There has to be something right? Something. Well, there were "somethings" out there, but some of them were moldy and disgusting. Honestly, there was one house that I thought dead bodies could've been stored in the crawl space. And there were some guns close by... you never know.

Anyway, we are trying to stay optimistic and open-minded. We'll see how that goes.

I miss Miles.

-Cicely

Journal Entries

Wed. March 12, 2008

7:30 pm: I tell David I am thinking about changing our plans and taking Miles with us to Erie on Saturday. He says no. And that I'll live.

7:45 pm: I express my concerns to my mother-in-law. She tells me I'll live.

8:30 pm: Grandpa Cain tries to make me feel better about leaving Miles for a week by telling us the story of Grandma wanting to leave her kids so bad and after no time at all saying, "I'll never leave my babies again!" And she never did. I'm not feeling any better about it. Grandpa and Grandma say I'll live.

Thurs. March 13, 2008

7:30 am: "David," I whisper. "David, I'm really starting to get anxious about the whole house buying thing and about leaving Miles." I think to myself that I really need him to tell me everything will be fine and snuggle me. "Don't worry Sweetie. Everything will be alright," and snuggles me.

7:45 am: Miles wakes up and I'm super excited to get my first morning smile and to give him his morning hug. He gives me a big one back. Sigh to the max.

9:30 am: I'm sitting in the dentist's chair scared to death that due to the entire right side of my face being numb I am bound to bite my tongue off which has grown exponentially in size. I'm feeling even more anxious. My hands are visibly shaking. "How long are you going to be in Pennsylvania?" the dentist asks me. "Seven days," I say. Seven. Days. Maybe my hands are just overreacting. I'll live. I guess. I just don't know how.

My thoughts this week.

Yes, it's been awhile. Here are some things you've been missing from my brain:

American Idol.

What happened to you David Archuleta? I had such high hopes for you! Now, I voted for you this week only because I was worried that you weren't going to make it until next week. Come on, let's make it work. I really don't want to have to say, "It's not me, It's you."

Blue Legs.

I'm happy to report BLS (Blue Leg Syndrome) is no more. Now if we can just do something about his super tantrums and his unfortunate clawing of Sabrena's eyeballs.

I'm totally not embarrassed to say:

I have been waiting until it was socially exceptable for me to admit that I truly want to play Dungeons and Dragons. Yesterday NPR did a segment on D&D (so deliciously called) and I am using that as my opening to invite anyone who would like to venture into a world of geeky magic to join me on a quest of ...some word that sounds medieval. I would love to set something up. Come on. I know that I am not the only person who is the slightest bit curious about it. What's all the fuss about? We will never know unless we try.

Everyone loves Raymond.

I don't.

Erie Adventure.

This week David and I are flying to Erie, PA to look for houses for our big move in July. I'm nervous. Mostly about the separation anxiety I am bound to have with Miles, but also about the whole home buying process. I have mixed emotions about the whole thing. Any advice? From anyone?

Our new friends The Keiths.

Thanks to our friends The Keith family for letting us stay with them for a full week while we are in Erie. Soooo nice. I hope we can be nice to the next round of med students when the time comes. Thanks David and Julie.

The Mangums.

I'm so glad Sabrena and Danny live downstairs. It's so nice to have them around. Thanks for putting up with us.

The Children's Museum.

I think this is worth a whole post by itself. I'll get on that.

My husband.

I love him. I really do. Sometimes I just want to grab him and squeeze him. (I said that with clenched fists.)

Weight Watchers.

I'm doing it. Only, I'm not paying for it. I can't wait to get all hot. I bet it's awesome to be a trophy wife.

Edward Cullen. I just remembered something odd... Has anyone ever noticed how often Stephenie Meyer uses the phrase "lips pressed into a hard line." I think it's strange. Every time I read it I press my lips into a hard line to see what she means, but I still don't know. Aly Cain does though.

That's all.

BabyHands

If you didn't know, I teach a baby sign language class called BabyHands. I am debating holding another session before I move to Erie in July. I would need to start pretty soon. If I get a big enough class I would LOVE to do it.

Anyone interested? Let me know and I will send you some more information.

Loves!

-Cicely Suite Cain

CEO, CAO, CFO and current instructor for BabyHands: The Signing School for Tots and Their Keepers.

Say Cheese! Or in Miles' case- Say Soy!

It has been brought to my attention that I need more up-to-date pictures of Miles on the blog.

Here goes:



This Miles trying to crawl all over me to get the camera.



Here he is tearing up a cupcake and a popsicle.



This one was hilarious. I was cleaning the kitchen and Miles decided to ride the broom into the bathroom. Giddy Up.



Having some Chicken Parmigiana. Minus the cheese and substitute nuggets.



David and Miles are cool guys. I'm telling you because you might not get that from this picture.

Go ahead and comment on how adorable my son is... Cause I mean seriously. He really is.