Cuteness Goes on Tour!

So, the First Annual BY Universe Layin' Up Weekend, wasn't totally spent layin' up....

I mean, what did you expect? (Look who I married)

Sunday was the day (or morning out!). We got the Pizz all cuted up and then got our God on...

Then breakfast....

(where the big girl got to sit in the big girl chair!)

Then.... shopping....

All the Total Cuteness Package went forth and dished out some heavy doses of cuteness...

"Would you like a side of Cuteness with your French Toast?"

The Closing-out of the DQ

Well, times here are a-changin'!

Seems that one of the unfortunate things that comes with the advancement of the Pizz's diet is the decline in Sauce production. It is so sad. The DQ's is closing up shop.

For weeks she had moaned about producing the sauce. How she couldn't wait to be done with it. How it was too painful. How she couldn't deal with lugging the Madonna Pump around.

But funny things happen when the end is drawing near. Ol' DQ gets nostalgic... Yup. Seems she couldn't put the sauce producers away just yet. Poor poor girl!

Also, the angst of winding down production has affected the DQ in other ways. Namely, for those of you who know the Maine, when she gets anxious or angry, what does she do?

Oh, yes.... she organizes...

Seems the Pizz's closet has just been nagging the Ol' DQ just too too much. She couldn't handle having the 1 y old outfits next too the 3 mo old dresses. (Oh gosh!) Nope. Not the jackets near the pants.... (Oh My!!!)

Seems just was just waiting to find an excuse to organize the closet. Then, one day, while surfing the Internet (and not guest blogging on the BY Universe... how dare she!?!?!) she found them. Labels. But not any old labels, very special baby labels, designed for organizing baby clothes. Wow!

So now the Pizz has a supremely organized closet! If she ever wanted to go back and wear her 3mo old outfits, she knows exactly where to look!

"While the DQ organizes, the Pizz continues to pass on the cuteness!"

First Annual BY Layin' Up Weekend!

Well, last night The Pizz got to wear her lucky nightgown to spur on the Dukies to victory.

In honor of that, and the fact that her parents had a long, stressful workweek, this weekend has been christened the First Annual BY Layin' Up Weekend.

We have many activities scheduled for this weekend. Including: laying on the couch, napping, drinking sauce (all 3 varieties), sitting outside, napping, watching TV, petting Ham, taking pics of the Pizz, oogling the wonderful weather, working on the Blog, and sleeping some more... not necessarily in that order....

All to celebrate Layin Up!

Ahhhhhhhh

Bustin' Out of Jail

As all of you loyal BY viewers can attest, the Pizz is growing and developing at a tremendous rate. Her newest thing, over the last month or so, is turning over and pre-scooting. So much so that when we put her down to nap in her crib, she is never in the same position when we return.

To which, the DQ and I have been commenting on how we needed to lower the crib... lest the Pizz break free of her confines and break something else...

So finally, today we rectified the situation. Sort of.

It started off very simply. The Pizz did a hefty dose of spittoon in her bed during her late PM nap (She didn't take to the Daylight Savings switch so well... blegh!!!) The DQ took the Pizz away to clean up and then downstairs to prepare for her dinner. This left the Editor in charge of the crib-cleaning. Great! Since I had to rip off some sheets (which are a royal pain in the arse to change!) I figured I'd lower the mattress... Great!

I took off the bumpers... then the spittoon sheat... then pulled out the mattress (whew, really not soft... wow!) Then saw the crib directions in a nice, neat folder on top of the mattress board. (Wow, that DQ thinks of everything!!!) I re-read the directions and figure out how to detach the board. Then I lower it and reattach. (All of this while running downstairs to see the Tournament Brackets being announced!) Then put the mattress back on.

The Pizz is by now finished with her dinner and ready for her bath. The DQ arrives in the nursery with the Pizz and pawns her off on me. (I loooooove bathtime!) I dance off the with Pizz for bathtime, leaving the DQ to finish the crib.

Bathtime was completed seamlessly... but not before the Pizz wanted to streak the house! I, being the wonderful father I am, decided that was not a bad idea.... Thus we continued our routine of nightly BabyStreaking... (this includes a nice BabyMoon to both the DQ and the Ham...) What is BabyStreaking, you might ask... well... picture Will Farrell from Old School... but with the Pizz inside the GM... (usually with the Editor running around the house, screaming 'We're going streaking!!! Wooo hoooo' She loooooves it!!!)


Now the Pizz is ready for her new bedtime. The DQ is finished and I bring her to bed. I put her down, noticing how much lower I have to stoop to place her in the crib. 'Hey, babe, where are the bumpers?' 'Oh, she doesn't need them now... She also could use them to climb out...' ... 'Ok'

So we put the Pizz down to bed and go downstairs to the kitchen. I to my Brackets and the DQ to preparing the dinner. (ahhhh) Then the Pizz cries... argh... I go in and plug her... Nothing too exciting... just crying in her bed.

I go back to the kitchen and chat with the DQ. About 10 min later, the Pizz starts crying again. 'Hmm. Maybe we'll let her cry this one out....' 5 min later... still crying.... 10min... still crying, with some semblance of amplification... 15min later.... crying continues... 'Damn, I'll go plug her again!'

I drudge upstairs. I get up to her room and open the door. I look in, peering through the dark shadows.... Hmmm... I see something moving on the side of the crib... what is that? My eyes adjust to the light... Wow!

I see two legs sticking through the slat openings in the crib. Wailing and kicking away with the high pitch screams of my daughter. The Pizz was trying to break free. Seems I had caught her in the act. I start laughing.... 'Maine, you have to see this....'

She comes upstairs.... 'I think we need those bumpers.'

'Yup... I think we do'

"So close to freedom... yet so far!!!"

K-Pizz and G Funk!

Well, last weekend, La-La made an impromptu visit to the lovely Green Machine... and she did not come alone....

She brought Grayson, The Pizz's cousin. However, since this was her first visit to the GM and the BY Universe, she needed a gift. A name fitting for the BY Universe.... and so she became the G-Funk!

And the camera snapped away...






Pizza was eaten on Friday (it's Lent, of course)... Then on Saturday we went to the beach....
and it was cold and windy...




The Pizz had to bundle up... while the grownups drank Parental Sauce to keep warm....

And then there was more time for pictures!!!

Total Cuteness Accessories

Well, for her birthday, the K-Pizz got a present....

Barrettes!!!

(or as we call them in the BY Universe.... Total.... Cuteness.... Accessories!!!!)

You might ask: how can the Total Cuteness Package get even cuter?

Well, take a look!!!

To Cut or Not to Cut

This is the question... and it seems to be the first major argument in our raising of the Total Cuteness Package... (if we really do fight...)

Ever since the KPizzle was born, I have had visions of that mop of hair and the Total Cuteness Pigtails and Ponytails that could be had. I figured this cuteness vision would be in short order... probably before her 1st birthday!

Oh she would be sooooooooooooooooooooo cute!

But now it seems that the DQ has been cutting her hair behind my back!!! All in the name of "expressing the cuteness!" Hmmm... she just let it slip about 30 mins ago... I was apoplectic!!!!

Unbelievable... did we not learn anything from the tail of Sampson and Delilah!?!?!?

If it was the right thing to do, why was she sneaking behing my back???

All this time, I thought the hair was getting longer and becoming more manageable... allowing her new Total Cuteness Accessories to have full effect... (this was going to be a post, but has now been pushed back a few....)

So what do I do, BY Universe?

"Are you telling me I could lose my power of cuteness???"

What Goes In...

So, I've been meaning to post this one for a while now but keep forgetting...

We here at Baby Yarnoz have slowly been advancing the Pizz's dinner time menu. It started in December with rice cereal. The Pizz had now idea what this solid schmutz was on her tongue, but it definitely wasn't the Sauce! She would push it out with her tongue and cry like the dickens!!! But this didn't last long... the DQ's perseverance paid off, and the Pizz began eating like a champ.

Rice cereal turned into oatmeal. Then there were peas... and carrots... and squash... and sweet potatoes... and bananas... and apples... and pears.... you get the picture. The most recent addition was mango just the other day.

The Pizz eats it all down like a champ! In fact, practically the only time the Pizz cries these days is when you are not feeding her fast enough. Seriously. Dinner time is now a stressful endeavor. As soon as you put her in the highchair, you better be ready to feed. She inhales it. You sit there feverishly shovelling it in her mouth, just to keep her quiet! Next thing you know, the food is gone... she is full ... and you are spent..... collapse in a sweaty heap!

Now this lovely change in our daughter's eating habits has produced a not so lovely change in the after effects!!!! What goes in....

Must... come.... out!!!

It has been an eye, and nostril, opening experience!!!! All the colors of the rainbow go in, travel through the small innerds of the Pizz, and wind up in the diapers. Whhhhhhhhhhhhewww! It's amazingly odoriferous! No more Tapioca for Daddy... Now the new foods just pass right through... Some (sweet potatoes) don't even look like get digested. (The first time I changed her diapers after some sweet potatoes, I though the DQ was playing a joke on me and just scooped some directly into her drawers... nope)

During all of this, the Pizz is still passing out cuteness... and some giggles too. It is almost like she knows the stink she created and is laughing at us.