Sunday morning chaos!!!

This is not a first for Daddy Daycare! It is all about survival.

This might actually be the way to contain Mila!!!

Take Your Kemper To Work Day!

So, the day started off a day like any other...  I cruised through my hospital patients, and then was making my way thorugh the attending lounge for my 4th Diet Mountain Dew of the morning  (Editor's Note:  The Attending Lounge is like the coolest place on earth.  I mean, free food, and a

fountain machine for unlimited supply of DMD!  I could never go home again!!!!)

Then I get an iMessage from the DQ.  "Call daycare".

Uh-oh.  That's not good.  Some kizzle probably has a fever or something.  Who puked on who?  I call. "Hey, its Kemper.  She fell over, and hit her head against a table...."  UH OH! Mind starts racing... KP out cold on the floor... Heart rate starts going up a bit...  "and she cut her eye.  She might need stitches."  Oh...  I'll be right there.

I hang up, gulp down my DMD, get a refill to go (Hey, you never know how much caffeine you'd need in a day!, especially if stitches are required!)  and cruise out the door.  My mind is racing as I take the Nina over to daycare.  Man, stitches..  Not good.  I'm going to have to cancel my clinic and stay in the ED.  Who do I call down there to get the "white-glove treatment".  Oh, god... down there with the Cuteness and the riff-raff...

I get to daycare, and hop on the office.  There is KP sitting on the Principal's lap.  Stoic.  Awww..  She's my little trooper.  She doesn't react to my arrival.  It's almost like she was drugged....  Hmmm...

I come over and kneel down to the Pizz.  Hey baby!  "Hi Daddy.  I was playing with *** and she threw a telephone at me, and hit me in the eye.  Now I've got a big boo-boo!"  Oh.  (Editors note:  This girl is suuuuper hypochondriac.  I mean she gets boo-boos all the time, due to her supreme lack of coordination.  But each and every one of them requires exquisite care... for weeks!  Yesterday she yelled at me because I pulled her undies up too fast over a booboo on her knee!... that's been there for 2 weeks.  I could barely even tell it was there- the scab looking like a fleck of sand!) 

So I take a big gulp and survey the Pizzle damage... Thankfully the bleeding had stopped.  I am not sure how I would react to my kizzle's blood.  I don't know if I want to find out.  I try to sound really doctorly in front of the 3 teachers in the room.  Hmmm, I say, there is a lack of apposition of adiposity here.  Hmmm... the angulation is off a bit.  ... Hmmm.... I'll have to call my wife!  So I snap a photo with my iPhone and send it to the DQ.  One part of the wound worries me, and I figure stitches might be in order.  A call from the DQ, who ran down to the ED to get their opinion, confirmed at least a visit would be required.

Ok KP, I say, do you want to go on an adventure?  She brightens up.  "Yeah!"  OK, Pizz, we're going to the hospital to see where Mommy and Daddy work!  "Yea.. the hossapil!"  She jumps out the lap, and I lead her out to my car.

Minutes later, we're amongst the drunks and riff-raff in the triage bay of the ED.  I had my fancy clinic clothes on (no scrubs today) and my badge... but no white-glove service...  We finally get checked in and taken back.  KP is wide-eyed, but she spots a fish-tank.  "Look, Daddy, an aquarmamum!"  Yes, baby, we'll see the fishies later. (secretly glad that she still has vision).  Ok... "Where's mommy?"  Hmmm... I don't know... She's around here somewhere!  We turn the corner... and there is the DQ!  We then get our vitals taken... she gets weighed, temped, and even a mini-BP cuff.  She was soo good.  It was actually like her little vet toy set at home.  All the ER staff is looking at us like, huh, why are they here....  Our thoughts exactly!!!

I got paged out of the room (still got to play doctor!), and when I came back, the PA was doing an exam ... and the screaming began too!  Poor Pizzle-sticks...  She looked and then left to get the MD.  There was some mumbling about "plastic surgeon" "stitches" and "conscious sedation."  I got woozy!  Then I realized that I didn't have my insurance card... (Long story, but let's just say that the we got new ones in the mail that I hadn't put in the wallet yet).  So while we were waiting, I was sent

home to gather our info.  This day can't get any better! 

I run home, scramble around our office, find the cards, and run out.  In transit, I called my office and cancelled my morning... alas... RVUs down the drain!  Oh well, this could be a painful, and expensive, day in the ED  (although, most days in the ED are painful)

As I pull back into the ED, I get a text from the DQ.  "All good.  The MD thinks that to suture the lesion and put her at risk with sedation is not worth the extra benefit of sutures and aesthetics.  It should heal well on its own."  OK.  Sounds great to me.   I mean, shesh, it's only her eye!  Wasn't looking forward to sedation anyway!  I mosie my way back to the exam room, and I open the door to see KP chomping on graham crackers and chugging an orange gatorade.  "Look Daddy!  I got crackers and juice!"  Great...  "Oh, and I got stickers too!"  Well, I guess she's back to normal now. 

But of course, she didn't want to go back to school.  She hammed it up and wanted to go home!  Alas.

Maine had to go back to work, so I was tasked with somehow getting the Pizz back home to the aupair.  I had to use the bribe of the aquarmamum to get her out of the ED....  But then she wanted to play with the toys.  I had to bribe her with another cookie.  Then I had to pay the bill!!!  $$$$$

Alas...  I can think of cheaper ways to take Kemper to work!

Obviously, she is back to herself.... but now hopped up on gatorade, cookies and sugar!

Playtime

Story time

Date night

Shoes! Glorious shoes!

Thank you Cam via Lala!

Reading Time

Babyyarnoz Tea Party

As we try to escape the heat, KP and Cocoman decide to have some tea.

KP at the Playground

Totally girly. Dress and sparkle shoes. She even tried to run.

Beach Day!!

Caution. These pic have not been properly screened. Hard to see in sun!

Random Photos of Cuteness

Deep Daddy Thoughts

Well, since the DQ did a sappy post on Mommy's Day, I feel as if I have to prepare something for Daddy's Day.

But I have to interject some levity into the situation.  We can't all be sappy here in BY Universe.  Besides, where has all the humor gone.  (Editors Note: To be frank the last couple of days have been rough.  The Kizzles are a mix of URI, GI, teething, babying and no sleeping.  Not pleasant.)

Anyway, I'll have to try to update how the Editor views his Kizzles:

Kemper Pilar:
Current Nicknames: Kemper P, KPizzle, KPizz, Pizz, Nugget, Nugg, babygirl.
Who she looks like: daddy.  (Seriously... just look at those eyebrows and hair.  There is no doubt she's mine)
Who she acts like: daddy. (Goofball.  Sleeps like a champ.)
Who's brain: mommy. (She speaks english better than I do.  "What you say?"  She also is my signing dictionary)
Best attribute: Can say the cutest thing right at the moment you're about to kill her.
Best sayings: "back booty"  "what you say?"
Worst attribute: Unfortunately she has the athletic prowess of her parents.  (Needless to say that she has to be intelligent, because the athletic scholarship just ain't coming)
Hopeful short term goal: That she learns to brush her teeth.
Possible longterm job potential:   Hair model.  Sign translator.  Bieber's 3rd wife.  Doctor (probably will want to be like her mommy)

Michael Harcourt:
Current Nicknames: the Dude, Coco, Cocoman, Cocomandingo, Mandingo.
Who he looks like: his biological father.  (I am not sure where Sven, the swedish masseuse, is.  But when he comes looking for his love child, he will be turned back at the door.  I mean, really, can Court look nothing like a Yarnoz.  Seriously.  He is Scandinavian.  I have no idea where his genetic tree comes from.)
Who he acts like: his legal father. (Thank goodness.  He eats, sleeps and poops like a Yarnoz.  He has the genetic Bongo traits.  And wow, look at that belly!)
Who's brain: his legal father (calm placid.  Cries like a baby when left alone.)
Best attribute: His ability to selectively ignore his sisters.  Mila can be screaming her head off right next to him, and he could be asleep.
Best sayings: NA.  Best pose= his French bather sleeping pose.
Worst attribute: He has a tendency to get into crying fits where he just turns purple and goes limp.  Impressive, but not very manly.
Hopeful short term goal:  Turning his hair color brown.
Possible longterm job potential:  NFL offensice lineman (until I learned that he was 50% across the board on his peds percentiles), teddybear, professional Bongo player.  Doctor (probably will want to be like his daddy... unless Sven comes around!)

Camila Anne:
Current Nicknames: Mila, DoubleDeala, Mims, ToofieWoofies, Woofietoofs.
Who she looks like: Mommy.  (No diggity, no doubt.  Although the toofies might point to some other long lost genetic trait.  Sven?)
Who she acts like: Mommy (There is no doubt about this one too.  This girl knows what she wants and will not put up with anything else until she gets it.  She is all over the place, going at 110%  Doesn't nap... man I can go on and on.  I think she evens drinks coffee!!!)
Who's brain: mommy. (You look at her and you can honestly see the wheels churning.  She is plotting and sizing you up.  She is totally going to run this household.  We are all in trouble)
Best attribute: Those eyes are amazing.  (I'm toast)  Tied with her fearless attitude.
Best sayings: NA.  Although she does know the sign for milk, cereal, light and dog.  She's coming along
Worst attribute: She has a tendency to get over dramatic.  To the point of flailing around, screaming and trying to leap from your arms.  She especially hates diaper changes and is getting to the point where 1 person cannot do it alone.
Hopeful short term goal:  patience.  Channeling her energy for good and not evil
Possible longterm job potential:   president,queen/emperoress.  Professional soccer player.  Actor.  Businesswoman.  (Probably will be the smartest of all 3 and not be a doctor!!!)

Whew!  I hope that updates the lot.

I will get a little sappy here and say that when the Twizzles were born, I was not sure how I could love them as much as the Pizz.  She was total cuteness.  There were some initial rough spots, but there really is no doubt about it.  Some days when I get home late and they're all asleep, I get sad, knowing that is one day that I missed.  They are all amazing little people, each different and awesome in their own way.  They are all unique, and all YARNOZ!

May God help us!

Daddy's day

Welcome to Daddy's Day, 2012

Let us just say that it was chaotic! 

Never were any of the Kizzles able to sit still for a photo.

There was prodding and poking.

Some semblance family!

Alas.

My life in 'Matos

School Daze

Wow!

Kids are so photogenic.


Enjoy!!!

The Pizz' Morning with Daddy!

Yup, 1 on 1 time the big man and little pizz.

Now it's nap time!!!


Whew!!!

Sisters

Good Morning!!!

It's 'Mato Time!!!!

Yum yum

Playing hookey!

So he's sick, eh???

Looks like he played us.

Escape! (to the Aquarmumum?!?)