The Beginning of the Rest of Our Lives - What We've Learned So Far

Eh? You might say?

Well, the GC2.0 has returned to work, officially starting back this past Thursday.  We here in the BY Universe have been gearing up for this for a while now, but weren't sure just how things were going to go.  As this past weekend winds down, we've definitely got some work to do!

• Go figure that the real first day back (Friday) would be a bugger for all 3 adults involved.  The GC2.0 had a long, brutal day at the "office".  The Editor was trashing around in someone's right heart for 4 hours (on a Friday afternoon!), and Merle was busy with the Twizzles who really didn't want to nap!  Sheesh, only the Pizz had a good day.  (and it wasn't even a Pizza Friday!... long story)
• Event Planning has to take on a whole new level.  I mean, we need a first/second/third options...  Merle and I planned to go to the pool the whole Saturday AM to try to tire out the Pizz.  Well, we somehow made it there, but the Twizzles didn't last past an hour....  When we got back into the Santa Maria to set sail for home, we looked at the clock, thinking we spent 4 hours... Much to our chagrin, it was only 1!!!
• The Pizz is really a nonstop Cuteness-in-full-effect!  She has either no fear or no knowledge of the consequences....  She was just strutting around the pool in her swimsuit, and then just abruptly turns and walks into the water!  Thankfully, the Editor was there to catch here... but not prevent his own mild heart attack.  It also seems that even a little dunk in the water doesn't faze the Pizzle... man, I'm in trouble.
• I really think the Twizz have some sort of extreme schedule together.  Either one always acts up, but always different and random.  Man, they're crafty!!!
• Putting the Pizz in the Clean-Cuteness-Arena is a much more painful experience now.  Literally and figuratively.  She kicks and screams, twists and contorts.  I have to take a shower after the ordeal myself.
• The Twizzles are starting to pass out some cuteness of their own... even to each other!
• Pizza is actually Pizz-a!!!  I never realized it until today!!!  I should have known!!!
• The Dyson is becoming the most used appliance in this household.  It cleans very well, plus it somehow makes enough of a soothing noise to lull the Twizz to sleep.  Needless to say, the Nursery 2.0 gets vacuumed every night!
• It seems that buying all these appliances from Sears, gets up a "free upgrade" to Platinum with your next round of Sears Creditcard!  Great!
• The Twizz don't do well in parks, for over an hour!
• The Pizz loves slides!  Even the really tall, big-kid slides that she has no earthly business being on.  This makes the Editor have to climb up there with her, and then slide down them, with her... And then endure the screams (and sign) of "more, more more!!!"
• When the Pizz tells you she's "pottied", takes your hand, leads you upstairs to her room, and practically jumps on her changing table, without screaming, fussing, or squirming... please, approach with caution.  There is some thermonuclear biohazardous waste in those G-diapers...  HOLY COW!!!  I think she really tries to one-up-herself on a weekly basis.
• When the Pizz is sleeping into 8:30, and you wonder if you should wake her up.... think about the fact that the rest of the day will occur at a break-neck pace, without the midday blessing of a 2-hour nap.  (Man, if I could have this morning back!  Although, it was pretty nice...)
• Speaking of which, if you don't get a shower at the break of dawn, just forget about hygiene the rest of the day!
• Hamilton needs valium.  When he starts barking at the washing machine, thereby waking the Twizz (who you've been trying to put to sleep!), you really want to shoot him.  (Editor's Note: Not that I condone violence against dogs, or other animals for that matter.  Those damn SPCA commercials with Sarah MacLaughin just make me cry for days!)
• No more staying up late to watch TV.  Bedtime is 8:30.  (Oops, time to go to bed!!!)