The "Pizz Wants to Watch a Mooovie" File: well, she knows about the TV in the "miniban sky". We tried to push it off as long as possible... but eventually had to relent and put in Dora... alas.
The "Sleeping with Your Whole Family in One Room is not what Its Cracked Up to Be" File: yup. Imagine the scene... the Twizz in a pack-n-play in the master closet. The Pizz in the loaner pack-n-play in the master bedroom. The DQ2.0 and Editor in the master bed. There was no restfulness for any adult. Every night a kizzle wound up in our bed, sometimes multiple. A couple of nights a kizzle left a special present!! (Editors Note: hopefully this all washed out, and we won't get dinged for it!)
The "New State of BY Vacations" File: Gone are the days of the DQ2.0 packing everything we'd need in one suitcase. Gone are the times of packing for Europe for 2 weeks in a large suitcase. Now we were lucky packing up everything into the Santa Maria. There were Legos, yogurts, pee-lows!, books, moo-vies, bouncers, pack-n-plays, coolers, strollers, suitcases, mountain shoes!, sodas, food, formula, diapers, g-diapers, and a bumbo. Oh, and I forgot to mention the wine!
The "Urine PTSD" File: The Pizz is still working through her potty and diaper issues. As she is growing, it appears that her bladder is now toooooo big for those G-diapers. They are woefully undermatched, especially if she drinks gobs of juice! Unfortunately the recipient of said tee-tee was the Editor. The Pizz had a fondness of sitting in my lap throughout the weekend, and then deciding to relieve herself! Unfortunately, said G-diaper did not contain the tee-tee onslaught, leaving my jeans wet. Towards the end of the weekend, I thought that everytime she got off my lap, I had urine on me.
The "One Thing We Forgot!!!" File: unfortunately, we forgot her potty chair. This was rather painful, since we were still trying to teach her to use the potty. This meant said parent had to hover over the potty, holding the Pizz. This was not the best angle, and led for some serious discomfort for the Pizz. Needless to say, she didn't go tee-tee in the potty all weekend.
The "Biggest Private House in America" File: Of course, we had to go to the Biltmore. Quite an impressive estate, replete with its own mansion, gardens, farm, petting zoo, river, lake, barn, and winery. This was a great day for the BY crew: we toured the house, toured the gardens, had a picnic on the river, went to the petting zoo, and even had ice cream. Alas, we did not make it to the winery. Shame.
The "Daddy Nap Time" File: Oh yes. Daddy took one lovely mid-afternoon nap. Ahhh one hour of pure bliss. Too bad it had to end....
The "Long Road Home" File: Well, all good things had to come to an end. So did the Mountains! Since we were going home during the afternoon, we had to figure out something to do to break it up. So we drove back on I40, through more populous areas. We stopped in Winston for lunch and play time.... for a sum total of 3 hours. We also stopped outside of Raleigh. Thus the trip home took 8 friggin hours! Everybody took naps... except for the Editor!
At the 'Shroom, Winston |
The "Lock the Door" File: So during our last pit-stop, the Editor had to go potty. Pizz wanted to go too, and didn't want DQ to take her. So there I was carrying the Pizzle into a truckstop gas station. I could only imagine what filth I was going to get into... Then I started wondering how this was going to play out, since I don't like to sit down in these stinky places. This could get interesting. We walk into the store and turn right for the bathrooms. I reach down, grab the handle, seeing that it wasn't locked, opened the door. There right in front of both our eyes was a dude using the toilet. "Whoa!" I screamed... "Whooooa!" the dude shouted... "Whoa! Whoa!" screamed the Pizz. I slammed the door shut, hoping that the image that was now burned into my retina did not translate to the Pizz's. I scurried out of the store, forgetting about my bladder. Pizz kept mumbing "Whoa! Whoa!" I mean, seriously, who doesn't lock the friggin door to a truckstop bathroom! Oh my god!
The "We're Almost Home" File: Like right on cue, almost 5 minutes outside of Wilmington, the car erupts. The Twizzles are screaming... the Pizzle starts screaming. It's almost like they know its on like Donkey Kong. Thank goodness I didn't get a ticket flying through the town!.
Whew... All done.
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