Good morning and happy new year!

Happy Holidays

The Posting will resume in 2012...

December in the park

Hooray for date night!

The mommy-formally-known-as-the-DQ2.0 and I made it out for delicious seafood... And the Pizz was in a miraculously good mood too!

Shopping with daddy and Court

My first doll...

Pigtails and Pancakes!!

Fit for fun Saturday

Christmas time is here

The stockings were hung by the entertainment center with care!

The whole Yarnoz train

A new breed of Signing Timers....

Chalk is fun!

Happy thanksgiving!!!

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Storytime!!!

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The DQ2.0 in Haiti!

Day 3-4: The Really Young and The Restless

Now, things are starting to set in.  We're getting our grove on.  We're cooking with gas.  We're ... oh, you get the picture.

Everything was moving and groving... until last night. 

Then the wheels came off.

Everyone was sound asleep by 8pm.  It seemed to be another gorgeous evening in the GM.  But then specks of lightning could be seen in the distance.  A low rumble of thunder.... 

Times were a changin

First, it was Mila who awoke... not sure what time.  She would occasionally wake and cough and then go back down.  But she was up now and needed plugging.  She went down.

Then there was weird thumping noises every so often.  I though it might be the ghost of Mr Schwartz.  But then I turned on the video monitor.  Somehow the Pizz kept tossing and turning, and rolling herself into the wall.

**thump**

**thump**

**thump**

**THUMP**

Alright!  I'm up.  I look at the clock... 11pm.  Great.  I go into the Pizz' room and start to shuffle her back into position.  She was a sack of potatoes.  Finally I get her in and tuckytuckied in.  She's done.

I get back into bed.

** the thunder rolls....***

Ham starts whinning.  More thunder.  Ham starts barking.

Oh, you can't be serious.  Ham, be quiet.  Nothing.  I get up and pull his bed closer.  I start petting him.  More lightning and thunder... louder doggie yelps!

Ok, I'm up!!!  I go downstairs and begin to look for the ativan.  Not for me, but for the dog.  (although I could try some too)  I find some and give it to him.  Now to last through the 15-20min it takes to set in. 

We go back upstairs, and I climb back into bed.  Whew!  Then, more more thunder!!!  More more puppy yelps!  Oh for the love of pete!!!

Finally we get to sleep...

**distant whines**  What now!?!?!?  I look at the clock... 2am... argh...  *** eh eh eh ... uh uh uh ... waaaa!!!***

Ok, I'm up!!!  I paddle down the hall, and fine the Cokes awake and grunting.  Fortunately it is only about finding his paci and pluggin him...  This is tough to do in the dark and under duress... but it finally happened. 

Ahhh... back to bed....

***beep beep beep*** 

5am time to get up!!!!

Day 2: As the Potty Flushes...

So today started off at 5am.  Yes 5am.

The Twizz have started the winter season with some upper respiratory crud.  So all last night, the Mims was coughing and hacking.  Supposedly... I slept through most of it.  She didn't cry for long; I would have awoken for that.

I got the Pizz up for school... dry panties!  yeah!  And then we did our business!

The day was fine for all around.  The Editor went to work and didn't kill anyone... hooray!  The Twizz were good for Ita and then Merle.  The Pizz had one poops accident at school, but no poops on the potty.

I picked up the Pizz and learned of her potty for the day.  "I didn't pee pee on my striped panties!"  She was so proud.  "Good Girl!"

Then on the ride home...

"Kemper, did you poops on the Potty?"
"No Daddy"
"Why not?"
"It hurts when I push Daddy"
"Oh.  Really?  Why?"  (This is not good... no she's going to be constipated forever...)
"I have an owie on my leg"
"Oh"
...
"Daddy?"
"Mila no go poops on the potty"
"Why, yes Kemper.  She's too small.  She can't sit on the potty, and has to use the diaper."
"Oh..."
...
"Daddy?"
"Yes, babygirl."
"I'm a small girl too.  Can I have a diaper?"
"... uh... Well no, babygirl, you're a big girl.  You have big girl Dora panties!"
"No Daddy.  I'm a small girl.  I don't want to poops on the potty"
...
Uh - oh.  She is really going to wear diapers forever...  This is never never going to work.


Then we got home and talked to the family.  The Editor then got Moe's for dinner....  Ita and Wowo ate rrrritos too!

Soon, it was time for the Pizz to take a bath.  Seems now she is starting to develop attachment issues, and only wanted her daddy to wash her.  Of course, I would oblige! 

So we sat on the potty for our obligatory pre-bath session.  There we were, reading the crab book.  I see the anticipatory glance from the Pizz.  The eyes glaze over...  Yup, here comes some peepee...  I wait.  Nothing.  I look at her, she's back at reading....  I wait some more....

ker-splash!...

What?!?!?!?!  I look at the Pizz... she smiles slyly.  I look in the bowl and see a small poopie floating in it!  "YOU DID IT!!!"  I was sooo excited, I startled the dog.  The Pizz was happy... "yes Daddy.. I poops"...  She goes back to reading....

ker-splash! 

What!?!?!?  More poops!!??!?!  Sure enough, now there were two poopies floating in the bowl...  I could hardly contain my excitement.  Could we have turned the corner on training?  Did Einstein finally learn to poops?

"All done"  She says. 

Oh, no babygirl, we are only just beginning....

(Editor's Note: sorry for the relatively gross/vulgar topic for today.  I didn't necessarily mean to talk poops today.  Just... wow!!!)

We'll just wait here for Mommy!

Good Morning Mommy!

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Another Adventure in the BY Universe

Begins today...

Today was Day #1 of the DQ2.0's return trip to Haiti.

Yup.  As of 7am eastern standard time, the DQ2.0 was starting her first (of many) leg of her trip to the mountain region of Haiti.  (Editor's Note: she is much nobler than I... but I will note for the record that I had planned on going once...)

Anyway, the Editor is left to forage for himself, with three kizzles in diapers...  er... make that 2 kizzles in diapers and 1 in transition to panty-hood.

Yes, what a saint that Editor is.  A true husband and father.  Never mind the fact that he had to import his parents (the aforementioned Ita and Wowo) with bribes of grandchildren.  Never mind that he has Merle to assist.  That Editor is a super-stud.

Well, if I do say so myself. 

The day went pretty well, from my view.  I took the Pizz to daycare as usual, in her panties, with like 8 changes of clothes.  I left the Twizz to the charge of Ita and Merle.... Wowo was backup.

After work, I brought the Pizz home.  The Twizz were sleepy and went down like champs.... for now.  Then the BY Universe sat down for a fine feast of Meatloaf!!!

(Editor's Note:  Nothing is as tasty as mom's meatloaf.  This is truly one of the staples of my childhood.  I can see the roasted potatoes and veggies now.  Yum yum.  Of course, the recipe has changed to ground turkey instead of gound meat, but still good)

I was soooo excited.  I even tried to get the Pizzle excited about it too.  I figured, since she loves PB&J and is totally her daddy, that meatload would be a snap.  I forgot the other trait that is like her daddy... that of the visual eating.  (Basically if she doesn't like how it looks, she won't open her mouth)  Seems today she didn't like veggies.

Alas.  But all was not lost, that just meant more more meatloaf for daddy!

After a rousing time in the bath with Ita, and some bongos with Wowo, the Pizz was sacked out.

Day #1 Complete.

PS: Potty notes:  multiple times of teetee in the toilet.  2 poopoo accidents, without a shot/deposit in the can.

"We're ready to go to Haiti, Mommy!!!!"