Lest you not think that this blog is just turning into gratuitous post of Kizzle Pictures... I bring you a rarity!
A real blog entry!
But I digress, this past Sunday the familia Yarnoz made its way to church. But this time, the plans were different. (Editor's Note: for the past year or so, we've been going to the 9:30 mass, which has free daycare. We've been dropping off the Pizz and taking the Twizz into church. Last week, we were talking to another young, Catholic couple, who has a 6mo and is pregnant again! Man! Anyways, we were commenting how they take kids as young as 6mo. As we drove home, we simultaneously thought out loud, why don't we drop the Twizzles off too!)
Man, what a moment! We were so geeked up for the peace and tranquility, even for the 60minutes of catholic praise. We were so giddy, we got there 25 minutes early.
We saunter up to the daycare, and, of course, we're the first ones there. KP and the DQ go in first, and I tumble through with the Twizz on each arm (but the carseats are getting heavy, even with my girlish physique!) We leave the Kizzles with the poor dude, leave our cell phone # and "location" and skip off. As we're walking out of the building to go to Church, I turn to the DQ, "maybe we should just head for the hills!"
She giggled, but dutifully said no.
Next thing we know we're sitting in the back of Church waiting for Mass to start... 20 minutes early!
Ohhh, this is nice. Peace and quiet. We look around and sit.
and sit
and sit
I look at the watch ... 10 minutes to go-time!... Maybe, I'm getting anxious. Do you think that the Kizzles are ok? I pat the phone to make sure it is working. The DQ squirms a little too. "I don't know. I guess we'll hear something soon."
I squirm some more... man, this is not relaxing... this is torture... is this some sort of God punishment thing?
Finally, the Mass begins. Whew! Something to take my mind of my Kizzles! But, the whole time I keep pressing the phone, making sure the vibrato is working. It is... Apple is too good.
I gave the DQ the over/under on either the Pizz peeing her big-girl panties at 20minutes, or the Twizzles flipping out at 25mins. She agreed (although later she asked what an "over/under' was... nice!)
I couldn't pay attention as the mass pressed on. What scripture is he reading? Huh? Oh, it's Lent? Huh? Man, is this phone going to go off?
We get communion, which was a totally new experience without a squirming Twizzle on your arm. So peaceful and serene... weird!
Then we were done! Wow! No phone call. I looked at the DQ, maybe I wrote down the wrong ##. We skirted out the back of the Church, across the street, and walked into daycare.
We were greeted by the Pizz, who was "an angel", and had sat quietly reading books the whole hour. Supposedly, she "read through the whole library". She also read to Mila, who got a little fussy and needed to get out of her carseat. She was teary when we walked in. The Dude was zoned out in his carseat the whole time!
No Pee-Pee-in-Her-Big-Girl-Panties. No meltdowns! No blowouts!
Just normal Kizzle daycare.
Hmmm.... so when can we start to relax?!
Monday, February 27, 2012
Friday, February 24, 2012
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Twizz: 1 year old photo shoot
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| She looks sweet, but... |
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| She threw up all over the DQ2.0 last night! |
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| Yes ma'am! |
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| Doggie breath! |
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| We are the Twizz |
Guest Blog from the DQ 2.0: Reflections on the Year of the Twizzles
There are no words to truly reflect what it felt like to learn that we were having twins. The Pizz was just a little shy of 11 months old at the time. Mike was in the corner of the room whispering expletives. I was shocked speechless – virtually nothing would come out of my mouth. I came home that night and cried… and maybe not tears of joy.
Unlike the constant new and mostly delightful experiences of a firstborn, the Twizz were a different story. The Pizz was born near-term, with no complications and went home at 2 days. The Twizz jeopardized my health and led to a medical delivery via c-section; they were born at 35 weeks, and though almost 6 pounds each, they both had their issues in the first days of life and spent 10 rocky days in the NICU. The Pizz latched on in the first hours and we shared the joys of breastfeeding for 6 months; the Twizz never latched on well and instead tortured me with an industrial-grade breastpump for 4 months. The Pizz slept at 9 weeks; Mike and I were still sleeping in the twin bed in the nursery 2.0 – together with both babies most nights – at this marker. June 8, at almost 4 months of age, they both slept all night long for the first time.
At four months of age, I went back to work. I have little to no memory of this time. I was still sleeping in short bursts – 1-3 hours at a time. We were getting up at 4 am religiously to feed them. I did 4, sometimes 5, hours of childcare before going in for my 10-12 hour shifts. We drank pots of coffee and ate whenever we could. I shed serious weight, and so did Mike. [I joked that my postpartum weight loss formula was (N + 1 cups of coffee qAM) + (N - 1 meals qDay) + (100 trips down the hall to plug N) + aerobic housekeeping, where N = # of children produced in 18 months.]
Time slowly crept by and things got easier. They held their bottles. They sat up well. They started on solids and took reliable naps (okay, well Court does.) They can play together for quite some time. We are still waiting for some milestones – Court doesn't seem inclined to crawl – but it really is getting easier. One day at a time. The anxiety levels when you have three children is just triple – the second you sit back and think that things are going smoothly, something pops up in the least expected child. The Pizz one day has another otitis; Mila starts cutting another tooth; Court may need more aggressive interventions to get him locomoting.
And it really has been amazing watching the Pizz's interactions with them – she pours love and attention on them and can hardly wait for them to be her playmates in everything she does. It's almost becoming impossible to get her out of the house in the mornings to go to day care without them. Luckily they will be going with her soon. Some days are becoming outright fun!
This morning, Mike sends me this text: "Sometimes I am amazed with the Pizz and the fact that she's ours. Same with the Twizzles. Mila was super cute this morning, just hours after vomiting her guts up."
Yep, that pretty much sums up my feelings too.
Sunday, February 19, 2012
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Happy Valentines Day
So, Feb 14th is a day that has forever changed the BY Universe.
It has been a truly unique and amazing year here, one that really cannot be put in to words. One day I will try to put into words what this past year has been for us, individually and as a whole.
But for tonight, we should celebrate the amazing gifts that are the Twizzles!
My how we've some so far...
Monday, February 13, 2012
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Setting Up the Surprise
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| I don't know why I put this specific picture. |
So, about a month ago, I realized that it was our 5th anniversary coming up (Editors note: I was actually playing with my ring, and saw that the inscribed date was 5 years ago! Nice). Wow! 5 years with one woman! Who would have thought it? 5 years and 3 babies? Impressive! (Even more so if you realize that it is 2 years and 3 babies!!!)
So, I had to come up with something good. What was I supposed to get? I looked it up... paper! Totally boring... I don't want to come home with some college rule notebook paper. Sheesh!
So I had to think! What could she use? What would both of us want? Oh! A night out and to sleep in!!!
So I plotted. Conveniently, the Twizzles birthday is always around our anniversary, so I have a built in cover. I asked around for ideas. But I needed babysitting. Seems that the aupair company is very strict in stating that we cannot leave our flock with the aupair overnight unsupervised! Sheesh!
So, next option, the grandparents. I emailed Ita and Wowo, and Lala. I even emailed Mo as well... Trying everything... chirp chirp chirp... no responses.
Uh oh... Looks like notebook paper it is!
Then Ita and Wowo said that the might be able to make it.... Woo hoo! Ideas churned. I picked out the hotel. But some atypical chest pain through that option out the window!
Back to square one.... chirp chirp chirp.
Finally last week, Lala texts me that she's coming! Hallelujah!!! We're saved. I hurriedly scramble to the Internet and book a room. (Editors note: I actually surveyed all the rooms at this B&B. I finally made the choice based off the pictures of the bathroom! Nice!)
Sweet! The plan is all laid out. Lala is coming under the guise of the Twizzles BDay. It is all set. I causally drop the hint that we should go out to dinner. Ok, she replies. I try to play off that I don't realize that it is my anniversary. Then, on Wednesday night, she has a hospital meeting. Here's my chance. I grab a bag and try to figure out what should could wear Saturday morning. It was tough. Everything that I thought to pick, I figured she might need. I grabbed some black bra that I've never seen before, some nondescript black socks, a pair of jeans and a black shirt. Good. Shoes would be a problem. She would totally recognize that a set is missing. I was screwed. I made the resolve to try to just ferret ones away that evening, and sneak them into my ride. Now, makeup. Hmmm. I'm really hurting here. I am digging and find some baggie that is already packed with toiletries. Sweet. I see something that looks like a compact and throw it into the bag. Whew! Sweat drips down my brow. I rush the bag downstairs and throw it in the backseat.
Whew! Now we wait.
Friday arrives and Lala makes it. I actually had a busy day at work. I had planned to have DQ pick up the Pizz, which I had to do anyway. I went to the hotel and checked in. Swanky. I even got a suite! Not too shabby for my woman! There was even a free beverage bar downstairs. Hmmm.... I picked up a Diet Pepsi for the ride home. (Gots to have my soda for the roada!)
I pull up to the GM. I'm nervous now. I still don't think I can pull this off. But I'm ready. I walk inside. House was crazy, as usual. But the Twizzles were going down. Lala was manning up on the Pizz. I say hello. We exchange knowing glances! Game on!!! I go upstairs and see the DQ.
Hi babe! I'm going to go take a shower before dinner! Ok, she replies. Whew! Made it! I go shower, get out, and start drying off. I start looking for an outfit.
"Babe, I got you a present" "Awww... " then I tried to act surprised and that I forgot our anniversary. "You shouldn't have" It was a nice shirt. I start to get dressed.
She works on getting herself ready too. She dives into her drawer.... "Humpf" "Where is that black bra?" Seriously? Come on. She can't be looking for the one I grabbed. Was it even black? No way. Couldn't be. She has like a 100 bras in all shapes, sizes, functions (see DQ prior posts!) and colors. She cannot be looking for the only one that I have!!! She kept digging. "I have know idea where it is" "Do you really need that one?" "Yes. Now I have to wear something else." Great... Her spidey senses have to be picking up.
Finally we are ready. She is smoking, as usual. I am waiting in the closet for her to leave, which she finally does. Then I grab a pair of shoes and her toothbrush. I saunter downstairs and hear her in the kitchen. Now's my time! I mumble something about trying to find my phone and run outside. I throw the shoes and toothbrush in the backseat and cover it with a towel. More sweat! I'm ready
I go back inside, and say...oh, there's my phone! What an actor! Oscar worthy! I get the DQ and we say goodbye to KP and Lala. And we're off. She gets in the car and we drive off. It is a cold night, so I put on the heat.
"Oh, can you turn that off, it is drying my contacts!"
Oh no! I thought I had every angle covered. I didn't think of the DQ's 20:1000 vision! I didn't realize that she was putting on her contacts for maximum hotness! I didn't think to grab her glasses!!!! I was so screwed. I almost confessed right there about my plot. But I soldiered on.
We get to the restaurant and sit down. Order a bottle of wine. Then I slide the room key over the table. I said something stupid like, I have a confession... I didn't really forget... I don't remember... I was more nervous then when I proposed. She looks at the key... "What's this?!?!?" (Editors Note: This was her exact same reaction to when I proposed. When she gets blindsided, she looses it). "Did you buy a house?" No... it's a hotel room key!
"Oh...OOOOOHHH!!!"
Happy Anniversary
PS... Later during the meal, she realized that she was wearing contacts. We almost had to go home and get glasses. Luckily I suggested just buying some contact solution. Whew!
PPS... When we got to the hotel room, we realized that the toiletry bag was one that she takes to Haiti. Really? But I saw a compact! Its just eyeliner, silly. But that is makeup!!! Luckily she had makeup in her bag that sufficed.
PPPS... Yes, I did pack the damned black bra that she was looking for. Wow! What are the odds?
PPPPS... So what time did we sleep in to? 730! Damn those Kizzles!
Happy Anniversary!
Ah, yes, there we were... two kids, not a care in the world... 5 years ago... wow! Things seemed so easy and carefree!
Then you start spitting out kids, two at a time!
And you start looking like this.
and this!
But who else would I share it with? No one.
But HER!
Happy Anniversary
Thursday, February 09, 2012
Sunday, February 05, 2012
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