Sent from my Verizon Wireless Phone
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Super NakedBaby AA!!!!
Sent from my Verizon Wireless Phone
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
It's Signing Time with...
So, those of you who have been privy to the interior world of the GM and the raising of the Pizz know already how much she loves the show Signing Time. This is probably because, aside from random snippets of ESPN and a more random adoration of the original B-Movie "Clash of the Titans," the DQ only lets the Pizz watch this one show.
It used to be that we would start ST and the Pizz would watch a few minutes and then get distracted by something else. By the end of the show, it was only me and the DQ sitting around watching, dutifully learning American Sign Language for things like "more" and "milk" and "shoes." The Pizz showed not even a tiny inclination towards producing a sign of her own.
Then, just when we were about to give up, she threw us a bone. It worked! She started telling us she wanted to drink milk, or (our favorite) take a nap! Hooray!
Then we would all sit around watching it on television, the Pizz still largely distractable, but since she would routinely use the signs in the videos, it was clear that something was sinking in. Over and over again we would watch the Signing Time videos showing us kids of all ages, a cartoon frog, and one seranading adult named Rachel show us the signs for things that kids would find important: books, food, and household objects. The Pizz's particular favorite was a session where the stars of the show backpack through the forest. The DQ remarked that one day driving home from day care the Pizz was shouting something unintelligible repeatedly from the back seat, only to turn around and clearly see that she was doing the sign for "raccoon."Teachers at school told us our child was a genius, if only for the mere reason that they had no idea what she was wanting or needing as she waved her little short arms around the classroom. The teachers even borrowed some videos from us so that they could learn themselves!
Naturally, the DQ and I expanded our own ASL vocabularies with the Pizz, until it seemed like we were master ASLers. Our child was a brilliant linguist and it was all because of us. Well, with the help of Rachel, Alex, and Leah.
Right? Right.
So, the DQ comes home from a long day's work yesterday, and seems flustered. It seems that she consulted on a patient with congenital deafness, and instead of cruising through the visit, she was stumped. Beyond saying phrases like "the hippo ran up the tree" and asking "do we need to change your diaper?," she could basically say not one useful thing. No "Hi, how are you feeling today?" or "I am Doctor so-in-so." Nothing. Nada. Rien.
I mean, give her an animal emergency, and she's all ready to say: "Where is the horsey's owie??!!"
And just like that, poof! goes our ASL swagger.
Tuesday, August 09, 2011
To grandmother's house we go!
We came, we saw, we conquered.... Tampa. The air travel wasn't even that bad, really. As long as I don't think about the days when I thought that air travel was a nice excuse for a long nap and free soda, I would rate this past weekend of travels as an A+. Considering we had 3 adults, 3 babies, 3 carseats (oh, and remember the one suitcase!)
We had an awesome time, too. Ita and Wowo were gracious enough to allow us to explode literally all over the building, and the primos were a big hit with the Pizz! (If you saw their playroom you would know why!)
We had an awesome time, too. Ita and Wowo were gracious enough to allow us to explode literally all over the building, and the primos were a big hit with the Pizz! (If you saw their playroom you would know why!)
Lessons learned as the mother of twins: Week 1
when your boss has the record of correctly predicting the birthday of your first child, pay attention to when he schedules the start of your maternity leave for subsequent children
always be prepared. you never know when your platelets just won’t come through for you.
never underestimate the importance of a friendly face in the operating room, even if it’s a little weird for your friend to see your innards. at least she’ll be honest and let you know how much or little subcutaneous tissue you have.
make a conscious decision to maintain good health if you have issues with spinal anesthesia.
love your husband. after all, he did this to you, but it makes it all worthwhile if it’s his face you want to see when your blood pressure is 55/36.
try not to ever be in a situation where you need high-dose magnesium, unless you like the idea of not being able to feel your face, speak, or tell time.
when someone asks you what your pain level is, always answer “one” -- it will save you the trouble of vomiting up narcotics with a fresh abdominal incision.
relish the time that your family can be together in the same room, because it royally stinks when they are separated.
if you have to be separated, make sure to have your staff badge to take the shortcut
have tissues at the bedside, because people know that you are going through a tough time and will want to encourage you, and it’s the pep talks will cause you to spring a leak
understand that the concept of “time” when hospitalized is dependent on two things: the seemingly rapid 12 hour shift change, and the ridiculously slow passage of days, such that your time with a favorite nurse flies by quickly but the number of days of your stay feels like an eternity.
fear the hormones.
recognize that the field of pediatric nursing and lactation consultancy is comprised of some pretty amazing and genuinely compassionate people.
make sure to have an awesome cousin in town to run your household when you may have a sudden caesarian section. even better if you can arrange for that person to be such a good chef that your daycare teachers tell you they covet your kid’s lunches.
be satisfied with conservative management. maybe it will get you a little bit more sleep at night.
Monday, August 08, 2011
The Yarnoz clan hits the old Alma Mater!
This is a late entry, since we went on this trip to Durham quite a few weeks ago. This was the inaugural trip in the Santa Maria with the full clan of Yarnoz - Daddy at the helm, the DQ ahh... "giving directions"... and Merlie leading the snoozers in the way back.
It started out great -- the Pizz and the Twizz were relatively quiet on the way there, and despite the grueling heat, we managed to show Merlie the alma mater.
And then there was lunch with Jason, Darlene, and Layla at a fine Durham dining establishment, and a brief trip to visit Karen et al.
By this time, it was late afternoon, and the Pizz had surprised us by not taking a nap at all... and not melting down.
And so we loaded up the Santa Maria again, and hit the road for home, smug little parents. I distinctly remember talking smack in my head, thinking: "We are so awesome. Three kids under two and not one single meltdown!!"
Yes, well, I know what you are thinking: famous last words, or don't throw stones at glass santa marias, or something of that nature. Yes, we doomed ourselves for failure.
So, in case you were wondering exactly how long the Twizz and the Pizz can make it in the car, the answer is 2 hours and 5 minutes. In case you were wondering how long it takes to return from Durham to sleepy Wilmington, the answer is 2 hours and 30 minutes.
We have yet to quite return to sanity.
Thursday, August 04, 2011
Tellin' Time!
So, I should probably explain myself. Sometimes, in the realm of the Editor, I post things that are well known to me, and forget that the BY Universe might have no idea what I'm talking about.
Probably happens more than I think (especially with the Hoff!)
Anyway, I posted a picture of the Twizzles in their crib that should be explained... So without further adieu...
We have realized that you can tell what time of evening it is by the Twizzles alignment in their crib.
Probably happens more than I think (especially with the Hoff!)
Anyway, I posted a picture of the Twizzles in their crib that should be explained... So without further adieu...
We have realized that you can tell what time of evening it is by the Twizzles alignment in their crib.
Exhibit A
(edited from the archives)
(Editor's note: Look how crazy small they were!)
Anyway, we put the Twizzles to bed around 7pm... then the fun happens. When you check on them around midnight, they pretty much are at midnight position. Then during the evening, they move. And if one starts to cry, you stumble in at some god-forsaken hour, and you can always tell what time it is, by their position.
Mila is extremely reliable. Almost like a Timex or Omega. She always gets the time right. Especially at 6am, when she's ready to get up... her head is always at the 6am position! Amazing!
The Dude... well... um... he's sort of like one of those plastic watches you can buy from a vending machine game for a buck. Gets the time right like twice a day. He's all over the place, and sometimes not even in a time that is physically possible.
Exhibit B
You can tell by the perfect female Spanish-Cajun engineering that it is 4:30 - 5 o'clock in the morning. Correct!!! However, by quirk of the male Spanish-Cajun engineering, you think you're in Greece. Alas...
We're still working out the kinks.
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Kemper, is your diaper wet?
(FYI - that's the DQ doing the sign for 'wet')
Sent from my Verizon Wireless Phone
5 o'clock!
For those of you who don't know, we have quite acrobatic twizzles. They seem to enjoy rotating counterclockwise during their slumbers from 7p to 6a... and often synchronously. Need proof?
Sent from my Verizon Wireless Phone
Friday, July 29, 2011
What do the Twizzles do all day?
You might be asking yourself: "I wonder what those Twizz do all day?"
Well, they read together...
Take baths together....
Drink a lot of milk....
And, in general, just sit around passing out cuteness....
Mystery solved!
Thursday, July 28, 2011
Sign #17 that the Pizz is a Chip Off the Ol' Editor's Block
So, there we are...
the whole Yarnoz Familia... watching Signing Time on the TV. The Pizz sort of off to one side, staring intently at the signs...
Then, during an unusually quiet moment during the show, the Pizz drops a huge, loud toot!
Pause...
**cricket, cricket**
Sort of stunned, the Pizz then looks around quizzically, as if to ask "Who did that? Where did that come from?" Then goes intently back to watching the show. Not one iota of guilt or remorse.
The DQ2.0 and I look around at each other too and laugh.
**cricket, cricket**
Nicely played, Pizz. Nicely played.
(Editor's Note: every time I try slide one by the Pizz... usually during the long car rides to daycare... she busts me, saying "Daddy pooped!"... I didn't have the heart to bust her today)
the whole Yarnoz Familia... watching Signing Time on the TV. The Pizz sort of off to one side, staring intently at the signs...
Then, during an unusually quiet moment during the show, the Pizz drops a huge, loud toot!
Pause...
**cricket, cricket**
Sort of stunned, the Pizz then looks around quizzically, as if to ask "Who did that? Where did that come from?" Then goes intently back to watching the show. Not one iota of guilt or remorse.
The DQ2.0 and I look around at each other too and laugh.
**cricket, cricket**
Nicely played, Pizz. Nicely played.
(Editor's Note: every time I try slide one by the Pizz... usually during the long car rides to daycare... she busts me, saying "Daddy pooped!"... I didn't have the heart to bust her today)
Saturday, July 23, 2011
Thursday, July 21, 2011
Out of the Chaos Comes An Organizer!
So, pretty much every evening in the BY Universe/Green Machine, between the hours of 5 and 8pm, the world is utter utter chaos. Just envision three creatures, all under the age of 2 and all in diapers, along with a dog with generalized anxiety disorder, who flips out at thunder, the new washing machine, and any strange sounds outside. Then envision three crazed adults (Trucknutz, I'm including you!) trying to eat, pacify, play, change, bathe and then put down. Then envision on Tue/Thurs when Trucknutz has to go to Spanish class between 6-8pm.
(Editors Note: So FYI for those who want to call the GM, please understand that the Chaos Hours require the full and utmost attention. Any calls during this time will be summarily avoided.)
Yes my friends.... pure, unadulterated, nerve rattling, binge alcohol drink-inducing, chaos.
This was the setting a yesterday evening. Trucknutz was actually off, in anticipation of another round of travel chaos!, leaving the DQ2.0 and the Editor to play a zone defense.
We actually changed it up a bit, and did a "box and 1"... the DQ was on the Twizz and I was man-to-man on the Pizz. This was failing miserably, and each Kizzle was winding up for some serious screaming!
So we abandoned dinner and went straight to the Nursery 2.0. Yup, there we were, the DQ, Editor, Pizz, Twizz and Ham all wedged in the Nursery. We started trying to bathe the Twizz, actually breaking one of the cardinal rules of defense: never leave the shooter unguarded!
But she was good, walking around, babbling, and playing with random toys. We left her alone.
Later as we were scrambling with the Twizzles, I noticed that the Pizz was fairly quiet. Hmmm. I wonder why... Then I saw it!
She had gotten into one of our many (and growing) diaper bags, and pulled out every diaper. All the G-diapers were out, including their inserts and liners. But that wasn't what was surprising. The Pizz was then taking each individual liner and laying them out in a straight line in front of her, opening them individually. Then she would lay the outer diapers in a stack to her right!
Oh my God! I thought... She is organizing!!!!!!!
I nudged the DQ, who was elbow deep in scrotum powdering. She looked up, and I pointed at the Pizz. There we watched.
Then, the Pizz proceeded to take each liner and fold them back up and place them back into a stack, inside the bag. The stack was immaculate, with each fold/crease on the same side, and almost-perfectly straight! She did this dutifully until all the liners were back into the bag, and the continued with the outers. Amazing!
I whispered to the DQ: "It's Genetic!!!! She's your daughter!!!!!"
DQ just smiled. Proud mama!
She continued this until her job was done, and then looked up at both of us, smiled, and said "diaper bag clean".
There didn't seem to be any chaos at that instant. WOW!
(What am I going to do with a house full of organizers?!?!?!? Oh, and don't get me started on the Pizz' love affair with Dyson!!!))
(Editors Note: So FYI for those who want to call the GM, please understand that the Chaos Hours require the full and utmost attention. Any calls during this time will be summarily avoided.)
Yes my friends.... pure, unadulterated, nerve rattling, binge alcohol drink-inducing, chaos.
This was the setting a yesterday evening. Trucknutz was actually off, in anticipation of another round of travel chaos!, leaving the DQ2.0 and the Editor to play a zone defense.
We actually changed it up a bit, and did a "box and 1"... the DQ was on the Twizz and I was man-to-man on the Pizz. This was failing miserably, and each Kizzle was winding up for some serious screaming!
So we abandoned dinner and went straight to the Nursery 2.0. Yup, there we were, the DQ, Editor, Pizz, Twizz and Ham all wedged in the Nursery. We started trying to bathe the Twizz, actually breaking one of the cardinal rules of defense: never leave the shooter unguarded!
But she was good, walking around, babbling, and playing with random toys. We left her alone.
Later as we were scrambling with the Twizzles, I noticed that the Pizz was fairly quiet. Hmmm. I wonder why... Then I saw it!
She had gotten into one of our many (and growing) diaper bags, and pulled out every diaper. All the G-diapers were out, including their inserts and liners. But that wasn't what was surprising. The Pizz was then taking each individual liner and laying them out in a straight line in front of her, opening them individually. Then she would lay the outer diapers in a stack to her right!
Oh my God! I thought... She is organizing!!!!!!!
I nudged the DQ, who was elbow deep in scrotum powdering. She looked up, and I pointed at the Pizz. There we watched.
Then, the Pizz proceeded to take each liner and fold them back up and place them back into a stack, inside the bag. The stack was immaculate, with each fold/crease on the same side, and almost-perfectly straight! She did this dutifully until all the liners were back into the bag, and the continued with the outers. Amazing!
I whispered to the DQ: "It's Genetic!!!! She's your daughter!!!!!"
DQ just smiled. Proud mama!
She continued this until her job was done, and then looked up at both of us, smiled, and said "diaper bag clean".
There didn't seem to be any chaos at that instant. WOW!
(What am I going to do with a house full of organizers?!?!?!? Oh, and don't get me started on the Pizz' love affair with Dyson!!!))
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Saturday, July 16, 2011
Friday, July 08, 2011
Beach Date!!!
So today was our little Beach Date!
I had it all planned out. I scheduled myself to have a day off a long time ago. The plan was to take the Pizz to daycare as usual and Merle would watch the Twizzles. We would strut over to the beach in the morning to have a relaxing day in the sun. (Or as the GC2.0 put it: "To go to the beach without fear of someone drowning!")
So it was all set.
This am came... we got up... er, I was already up feeding the Dude... or as he is now known worldwide, Coco! The Pizz gets up and the GC2.0 gets her ready. Then they're off to school.
I look at the clock... 8am... tick tick tick... Man, we gots to go!
The GC2.0 comes back... and then she wants to make scones!!! "er... Maine... um... er.... what about the beach!?!?!?" "oh, we'll make it... plus I'm hungry...!" (Editor's Note: never argue with a hungry lactating woman....)
Tick tick tick.... So I start loading the car up... Towels, blankets, mats, chairs, umbrella, cooler (stocked with 1 beer for me!)... Tick tick tick
9am... Scones still a cookin! ***rumble rumble rumble***
"What's that?!?!?" "uh oh, sounded like thunder..." So true!
Next thing we know, its a deluge. I'm glad I packed the 4Runner... it'll now be an ark!
10am... Still raining... Humpf! "well, maybe it'll clear up by the time we get out there!" Gee... right!
So we go...
(at least I've got some yummy scones to munch on!!!)
I had it all planned out. I scheduled myself to have a day off a long time ago. The plan was to take the Pizz to daycare as usual and Merle would watch the Twizzles. We would strut over to the beach in the morning to have a relaxing day in the sun. (Or as the GC2.0 put it: "To go to the beach without fear of someone drowning!")
So it was all set.
This am came... we got up... er, I was already up feeding the Dude... or as he is now known worldwide, Coco! The Pizz gets up and the GC2.0 gets her ready. Then they're off to school.
I look at the clock... 8am... tick tick tick... Man, we gots to go!
The GC2.0 comes back... and then she wants to make scones!!! "er... Maine... um... er.... what about the beach!?!?!?" "oh, we'll make it... plus I'm hungry...!" (Editor's Note: never argue with a hungry lactating woman....)
Tick tick tick.... So I start loading the car up... Towels, blankets, mats, chairs, umbrella, cooler (stocked with 1 beer for me!)... Tick tick tick
9am... Scones still a cookin! ***rumble rumble rumble***
"What's that?!?!?" "uh oh, sounded like thunder..." So true!
Next thing we know, its a deluge. I'm glad I packed the 4Runner... it'll now be an ark!
10am... Still raining... Humpf! "well, maybe it'll clear up by the time we get out there!" Gee... right!
Please view Exhibit A from the passenger seat of the car.... "Yup, this is going to clear!"
But we dredge onward! As we reach Wrightsville (in like 10minutes!), the GC2.0 realizes the folly of our decision. "Well maybe we should do something indoors..."
Next thing I know, we are turning into a shopping center, of all things.... And then going into a housing store. So there we are, on our "beach date" trumping through a housing store, browsing couches and tapestries! Great!
We actually bought a painting!
Next, on date tour... another shopping center! This time we go in to a fancy kids store and look around. Here we actually buy more stuff! Some gifts for the Pizz 2YO date, and something for the Twizz. Sheesh!
Then we walk around outside more, and wind up in a ladies shop! "I think I've died and gone to hell!" "Oh, stop you silly goose!" "I'm going to sit outside!"
So there I was, on our "Beach Date", free from work duties... sitting outside, on a rocking chair, watching the rain, while my life-partner shops... (Editors Note: I say life-partner because mommyhood 2.0 has had some unusual effects on the Maine.... for instance, she shops now, and buys lots of stuff... Almost everyday I come home and there is some delivery from the internet!... I'm waiting for more calendars... I think Ham-i-ton needs one... I would try to take away her credit card, but she has her AmEx number memorized! How freaky is that?!?!?!)
Finally, we're done shopping... whew! But the morning is almost done. We finally make it to the beach to eat lunch at this taco joint I've been dying to go to for years...
And then we have to go back home ... and be parents again!
Yeah!
(at least I've got some yummy scones to munch on!!!)
Thursday, July 07, 2011
Monday, July 04, 2011
Sunday, July 03, 2011
A Defining Moment in a Young Father's Life!
So, I've been toying with a blog entry for a while now, about my parenting skillz... or lack thereof... and certain old, campy movies about Greek gods...
But that is not this post....
This is a far more different post... One that I should put in the annals, lest I forget... But I won't forget, for a long long time.
....
It all starts this lovely morning (which seems like such a long long time ago). I am trying to let the Pizzle sleep in, for fear of the terror that the shooter brings! But then, from my bathroom, I hear ... "Mommy, Daddy!" "Mommy, Daddy!" ... "Mommy, Daddy!" I realize that the shooter is now up!
Alas... there goes the neighborhood!
So I go in there, and she is smiling at me. "Daddy! Daddy!" Just warms the inner cackles of the heart... (Hey, I would know where these inner cackles are, I'm a cardiologist!)
So I reach down, and say "Goodmorning Pizz!" I scoop her up... "Goodmorning Daddy!"
So cute...
As I carry her over to the changing table, to see what surprises she has in store for me, she leans in and puts her head on my shoulder....
awww....
Then she puts her arms around me... or, at least, tries to... this just means that her hands barely make it to my huge shoulders...
awwwwwww....
Then she starts patting my shoulders as if she is trying to hug me... she mumbles something...
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..... wait!!! what?!?!?
She says it again... "I love you Daddy!"
I stopped.... frozen ... in the middle of her room... she just stayed there, hugging me....
"I love you Daddy!"
I teared up. I looked around to see if this wasn't a plant or a setup.... Nope just the Pizzle and I! No cameras... no GC2.0... no Ham-i-ton...
We ran out, and found the GC2.0, and I recanted the tale! She smiled. The Pizz smiled!
Then she said "Potty!" and all was right in the world!
***
I still cannot truly find the right words to express that moment. Now I have to go to bed, so I can wake up to that again!!!
But that is not this post....
This is a far more different post... One that I should put in the annals, lest I forget... But I won't forget, for a long long time.
....
It all starts this lovely morning (which seems like such a long long time ago). I am trying to let the Pizzle sleep in, for fear of the terror that the shooter brings! But then, from my bathroom, I hear ... "Mommy, Daddy!" "Mommy, Daddy!" ... "Mommy, Daddy!" I realize that the shooter is now up!
Alas... there goes the neighborhood!
So I go in there, and she is smiling at me. "Daddy! Daddy!" Just warms the inner cackles of the heart... (Hey, I would know where these inner cackles are, I'm a cardiologist!)
So I reach down, and say "Goodmorning Pizz!" I scoop her up... "Goodmorning Daddy!"
So cute...
As I carry her over to the changing table, to see what surprises she has in store for me, she leans in and puts her head on my shoulder....
awww....
Then she puts her arms around me... or, at least, tries to... this just means that her hands barely make it to my huge shoulders...
awwwwwww....
Then she starts patting my shoulders as if she is trying to hug me... she mumbles something...
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwww..... wait!!! what?!?!?
She says it again... "I love you Daddy!"
I stopped.... frozen ... in the middle of her room... she just stayed there, hugging me....
"I love you Daddy!"
I teared up. I looked around to see if this wasn't a plant or a setup.... Nope just the Pizzle and I! No cameras... no GC2.0... no Ham-i-ton...
We ran out, and found the GC2.0, and I recanted the tale! She smiled. The Pizz smiled!
Then she said "Potty!" and all was right in the world!
***
I still cannot truly find the right words to express that moment. Now I have to go to bed, so I can wake up to that again!!!
Website Update
We've done some maintenance here at BY Universe....
Got rid of the Youtube tile bar, basically because I couldn't figure out how it works. Now there is a link to the BY Youtube channel, with all the videos!
There are even some new ones to look at!
Got rid of the Pic O the Week as well, since... well... I wasn't updating it.... Maybe I'll bring it back later....
Enjoy!
Got rid of the Youtube tile bar, basically because I couldn't figure out how it works. Now there is a link to the BY Youtube channel, with all the videos!
There are even some new ones to look at!
Got rid of the Pic O the Week as well, since... well... I wasn't updating it.... Maybe I'll bring it back later....
Enjoy!
Saturday, July 02, 2011
Photo update
Well, we've been busy... I know, I'm starting to sound like a broken record. But really. And so, at popular demand, I present a photo update:
Well, we've been busy... I know, I'm starting to sound like a broken record. But really. And so, at popular demand, I present a photo update:
 |
| Mila - taking a break from fussing - 4.5 months |
 |
| Court - a happy baby - 4.5 months |
 |
| Big sister with big green eyes - The Pizz at 22 months |
And more from the annals of AA:
 |
| Mila Mila the Double Deala |
 |
| Coco Loco |
Monday, June 27, 2011
Germ Theory
So, what the heck have you guys been doing over there in BY Universe? (Editor's Note: As you can tell, I'm trying to tone down my obnoxious language, so Pizz the Parrot won't repeat everything I say!)
Well, we've been practicing Germ Theory.
Essentially we've been railing against the theories of cleanliness and hygiene, to see what sticks. Sharing pacies, nipples, bottles, diapers, hands, butts, noses, sneezes, farts...... This plus the venerable petri dish that has become the Pizz!!!
Well, eventually this lovely bit of organized chaos (Editors note: Did I mention the DQ2.0 has purchased another calendar? Yup... This makes 10!) was going to come crashing back to reality.
Last week, it hit! The Index case is, of couse, the Pizz. She comes home from daycare a-coughing and a-snotting all over the place. Failing to "cover her mouth" with her hands (like that would do anything anyway!), the virions were spread around the GM like weeds... It was only a matter of time...
To the Editor... the GC2.0... Mila-mila Double Deala! ... and Coco Loco- his new "Mexican Fiesta nickname!" (Editor's note: long story. Cliff note version: the Editor got conned into cooking dinner's on Thurs. He ran out of options two weeks ago, and "Mexican Fiesta" was born.... Coco Loco came shortly thereafter.)
So for the past 5-7 days, we've been wallowing in our own secretions. The Twizzles definitely have it the worst, and are still getting over it. This has undoubtedly regressed their sleeping habits.
So, please excuse our posting tardiness, while we recover from our own snot!
Well, we've been practicing Germ Theory.
Essentially we've been railing against the theories of cleanliness and hygiene, to see what sticks. Sharing pacies, nipples, bottles, diapers, hands, butts, noses, sneezes, farts...... This plus the venerable petri dish that has become the Pizz!!!
Well, eventually this lovely bit of organized chaos (Editors note: Did I mention the DQ2.0 has purchased another calendar? Yup... This makes 10!) was going to come crashing back to reality.
Last week, it hit! The Index case is, of couse, the Pizz. She comes home from daycare a-coughing and a-snotting all over the place. Failing to "cover her mouth" with her hands (like that would do anything anyway!), the virions were spread around the GM like weeds... It was only a matter of time...
To the Editor... the GC2.0... Mila-mila Double Deala! ... and Coco Loco- his new "Mexican Fiesta nickname!" (Editor's note: long story. Cliff note version: the Editor got conned into cooking dinner's on Thurs. He ran out of options two weeks ago, and "Mexican Fiesta" was born.... Coco Loco came shortly thereafter.)
So for the past 5-7 days, we've been wallowing in our own secretions. The Twizzles definitely have it the worst, and are still getting over it. This has undoubtedly regressed their sleeping habits.
So, please excuse our posting tardiness, while we recover from our own snot!
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Happy Editor's Day!
Well, today was all about survival. And Photo shoots!!!
 |
| While the Pizz was napping. |
 |
| The Crew, watching Wall-E |
 |
| Tired Editor! |
I think we just got a call from Planned Parenthood to be their spokesmen!
Tuesday, June 14, 2011
The End of the Editor's Innocence
So, well today was fun.
The Editor had sort of a bad day at work (and it is still going... on call!). But there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. It occurs at 5pm-ish, when I get to pick up the Pizz.
It totally warms the cackles of my heart for that first moment when she sees me, screams "Daddy!", drops what she was doing, and runs-top speed (... er ...well, as top speed as those little legs can) into my arms.
Pure awesomeness!!!
So there I was grumpy, driving down the street to the Pizz's daycare. As I got closer, I started to pick up a little. Yay! It's Pizzle time. (and to that that today is Moe's Tuesdays! I was downright giddy as a little girl!) I park and jump out of the car, and stride into daycare.
Later in the afternoons, they put all the little kids in the multipurpose room prior to pickup. There is window to the hallway, where you can peek in. I quickly walked by it, for fear that the Pizzle would see me and start crying. I pack up her stuff and then walk back to the window. I peek in.
And I see the Pizz with a older man! She's standing there, holding his hand, walking him around the room. Kiddie chaos all around. Hmmm... how is this dude? Is her another father? Humph? We'll see if he can handle the Daddy!
I walk in. The Pizz sees me, smiles, and then turns back to the dude and continues to walk around. Acting coy and sheepish. Never once trying to turn back to me or play with the other kids. What?!?!?! But... it's... Daddy!!
Nope. She was busy flirting with this guy! Seriously!!! I could see it! And I DID NOT LIKE IT!
My heart sank... my little Pizzle is growing up. She doesn't love her Daddy anymore... oh no! I was jealous. I stood there, waiting for my moment to come... She didn't pay me any mind... The Dude was probably in his teens-early 20s, and must be a new afternoon worker... The Pizz continued to walk him around the room, never once looking over at her dejected Daddy!
I was a broken man. This is the beginning of the end!
Finally, the Dude was like, Hey Pizz, there's your Daddy! She finally relented and slunk over towards me. I scooped her up and then walked out. I didn't even allow her to give everyone goodbyes! Nope! Had to get her out of these negative influences! As we left the room, she looked back over my shoulder and waved to him!
"Et Tu Cutee'?!?"
That sound you heard was the dagger sticking into my back!
Epilogue!
So later that evening, I was telling this exact story to the GC2.0 and Truckballs at Moe's. I didn't get like a minute into it, when the GC2.0 interrupted me and said "Are you taking about the tall hunky dude that works the afternoons there now?" What!?!? Is there a camera somewhere? She was serious.
"Oh yeah, he was hunky!"
No, GC, he was tall and lanky with tattoos and facial hair... he might have had some coming out of his nose too!
"Oh no!!" She looks over at Truckballs. "He was hunky!"
My life is now officially over.
The Editor had sort of a bad day at work (and it is still going... on call!). But there is always a light at the end of the tunnel. It occurs at 5pm-ish, when I get to pick up the Pizz.
It totally warms the cackles of my heart for that first moment when she sees me, screams "Daddy!", drops what she was doing, and runs-top speed (... er ...well, as top speed as those little legs can) into my arms.
Pure awesomeness!!!
So there I was grumpy, driving down the street to the Pizz's daycare. As I got closer, I started to pick up a little. Yay! It's Pizzle time. (and to that that today is Moe's Tuesdays! I was downright giddy as a little girl!) I park and jump out of the car, and stride into daycare.
Later in the afternoons, they put all the little kids in the multipurpose room prior to pickup. There is window to the hallway, where you can peek in. I quickly walked by it, for fear that the Pizzle would see me and start crying. I pack up her stuff and then walk back to the window. I peek in.
And I see the Pizz with a older man! She's standing there, holding his hand, walking him around the room. Kiddie chaos all around. Hmmm... how is this dude? Is her another father? Humph? We'll see if he can handle the Daddy!
I walk in. The Pizz sees me, smiles, and then turns back to the dude and continues to walk around. Acting coy and sheepish. Never once trying to turn back to me or play with the other kids. What?!?!?! But... it's... Daddy!!
Nope. She was busy flirting with this guy! Seriously!!! I could see it! And I DID NOT LIKE IT!
My heart sank... my little Pizzle is growing up. She doesn't love her Daddy anymore... oh no! I was jealous. I stood there, waiting for my moment to come... She didn't pay me any mind... The Dude was probably in his teens-early 20s, and must be a new afternoon worker... The Pizz continued to walk him around the room, never once looking over at her dejected Daddy!
I was a broken man. This is the beginning of the end!
Finally, the Dude was like, Hey Pizz, there's your Daddy! She finally relented and slunk over towards me. I scooped her up and then walked out. I didn't even allow her to give everyone goodbyes! Nope! Had to get her out of these negative influences! As we left the room, she looked back over my shoulder and waved to him!
"Et Tu Cutee'?!?"
That sound you heard was the dagger sticking into my back!
Epilogue!
So later that evening, I was telling this exact story to the GC2.0 and Truckballs at Moe's. I didn't get like a minute into it, when the GC2.0 interrupted me and said "Are you taking about the tall hunky dude that works the afternoons there now?" What!?!? Is there a camera somewhere? She was serious.
"Oh yeah, he was hunky!"
No, GC, he was tall and lanky with tattoos and facial hair... he might have had some coming out of his nose too!
"Oh no!!" She looks over at Truckballs. "He was hunky!"
My life is now officially over.
Monday, June 13, 2011
The Stuff that KP Says!!
Hello, BY Universe. I was going to title this blog entry after the best selling book, and questionable TV series, "$#&!!! My Father Says" but figured the implications are too great.
You see, loyal BY Universe viewers, the Pizz is turning into a glorified parrot! Yup. She will repeat almost everything you say, if she feels like it. She repeats back everything. Unfortunately, the person she loves to repeat, at almost a 100% rate, is The Editor...
Oh No! You might be thinking... The Editor has potty-mouth!! Yes he does. This must be some sort of cosmic karma inflicted on by the gods! The Pizz does copy the GC2.0 and Merle (who I might start calling "Truckballs" in honor of her most recent adventures!!), but certainly not to the prodigious rate that she copies me.
Oh boy!
So without further ado:
This list will be updated with further revelations from the Pizz! Stay tuned.
You see, loyal BY Universe viewers, the Pizz is turning into a glorified parrot! Yup. She will repeat almost everything you say, if she feels like it. She repeats back everything. Unfortunately, the person she loves to repeat, at almost a 100% rate, is The Editor...
Oh No! You might be thinking... The Editor has potty-mouth!! Yes he does. This must be some sort of cosmic karma inflicted on by the gods! The Pizz does copy the GC2.0 and Merle (who I might start calling "Truckballs" in honor of her most recent adventures!!), but certainly not to the prodigious rate that she copies me.
Oh boy!
So without further ado:
- "Oh no. What happened?" (Usually when she drops something intentionally on the ground)
- Poo Poo. (No apparent reason. Not related to gas, tee-tee, or poop.)
- Potty (See above. Really starting to bother us, since we are slowly trying to potty-train)
- "Ham-i-ton... sit!" (Usually while standing in front of Ham... holding food)
- "Ham-i-ton... no!!!" (Usually right after, when Ham tries to eat the food from her hand)
- "Mine!" (pretty much everything. Translates into "I want that")
- "Mila... baby"
- "Coco... brother..." (Just another attempt at making nicknames by my part. I think this one might stick!)
- Cake! (uh oh... We gave Truckballs a cake for her 2-month anniversary last week, and after every dinner she asks for cake... along with making the appropriate sign!)
- "Ashes ashes!" (She signs this when she wants you to start "Ring Around the Rosey". She especially loves the "all fall down" part!)
- "What's that?" (This is usually when she points and stares at something inappropriate. Like this past weekend, she pointed to an old, wrinkled guy in a speedo at the pool. I couldn't respond, I just turned and took her in the other direction. She kept staring, over my shoulder.)
- "Shoes!" (The Pizz is definitely a girl. She loves shoes, putting them on, taking them off... somehow she always gets them on the opposite foot!)
- "Paci" (uh oh! She has begun to call for it by name...)
- "Baby sleeping" (Usually right before she tries to wake up a Twizzle)
- "Cool".
- "Down"
- "Pizza" (Do I need to explain?)
- "Go Outside!"
- "Change Diaper" (Just this past evening, the Pizz was crying. The GC2.0 went in to check on her. She said to change her diaper....)
- "It's Wet" (Why? Asked the GC2.0. The Pizz pulled out her paci, and says, "Its wet!" Sure enough it was!)
- "Daddy's car!" (everytime I pick up the Pizz from daycare, we want outside. She points at the Nina and says, "Daddys Car!!")
- "Shoes off!" (pretty much without fail, everytime I drive her to or from school, she cannot stand having her shoes on. She spends have the ride trying to take off her shoes... screaming!)
- "Daddy Help!!!" (See above. Pretty much anytime she wants something and can't do it herself.)
- "Its raining!" (With appropriate sign gesture)
This list will be updated with further revelations from the Pizz! Stay tuned.
Sunday, June 12, 2011
Wednesday, June 08, 2011
Monday, June 06, 2011
Sunday, June 05, 2011
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!
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!!!)
Thursday, June 02, 2011
The BabyYarnoz Top 10
Well, as been subject of many posts, we here at BY Universe just cannot let this one go... Like a bad penny it keeps turning up...
So here we take another (and hopefully final) stab at it...
10. She starts to call the pump her "third twin".
9. She ends every conversation with the phrase "I have to go pump!"
8. The rythmic sounds of the Industrial Strength Breast Pump is better than the sleep machine.
7. The GC2.0 can just look at the equipment and have a let down.
6. During one moment this past weekend, the GC2.0 was carrying the Pizz downstairs. The Pizz looks down, points to the GC2.0's chest, and says "Pump!!!"
5. She develops a ritual around each event, equipped with bra-holders, iPads, pillows and beverages!
4. She is actually considering naming our fourth child Madela. (Note: odds on fourth BY are 1,000,000,000,000:1)
3. She spends more time with the pump than with The Editor!!!
2. The Pizz, while in one of her helter-skelter maneuvers, sits down with some pumping equipment... specifically a trumpet and bottle. She lifts up her shirt, sticks the trumpet on her belly, and starts making the shhh-shhh-shhh sound!
1. (You knew this one was coming) She takes out an Industrial Strength, Hospital Grade rental machine. When she returns said machine, the lady says "Wow! That has only happened like 2 times in my 20 years in the business!!!"
Applause. Applause
So here we take another (and hopefully final) stab at it...
The BY Top 10: Top 10 Signs That the GC2.0 Pumps Too Much
10. She starts to call the pump her "third twin".
9. She ends every conversation with the phrase "I have to go pump!"
8. The rythmic sounds of the Industrial Strength Breast Pump is better than the sleep machine.
7. The GC2.0 can just look at the equipment and have a let down.
6. During one moment this past weekend, the GC2.0 was carrying the Pizz downstairs. The Pizz looks down, points to the GC2.0's chest, and says "Pump!!!"
5. She develops a ritual around each event, equipped with bra-holders, iPads, pillows and beverages!
4. She is actually considering naming our fourth child Madela. (Note: odds on fourth BY are 1,000,000,000,000:1)
3. She spends more time with the pump than with The Editor!!!
2. The Pizz, while in one of her helter-skelter maneuvers, sits down with some pumping equipment... specifically a trumpet and bottle. She lifts up her shirt, sticks the trumpet on her belly, and starts making the shhh-shhh-shhh sound!
1. (You knew this one was coming) She takes out an Industrial Strength, Hospital Grade rental machine. When she returns said machine, the lady says "Wow! That has only happened like 2 times in my 20 years in the business!!!"
Applause. Applause
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)