The "Where's Mommy?" Reax Pics

The pouty faced realization...

Lego Daddy?

So, the other day the Queen bought Coco a new Lego set.  It came down to a decision between a Farmer Lego set or a Policeman Lego set.

Well, the deciding issue came in the form of a certain Lego man, who happened to “look like Daddy”…

 

 

 

hmmmm…  Is this the new story of my life?

Daddy’s Day!

Well, another Daddy’s Day has officially come and now going.  The Kizzles have been nestled, all snug in their beds with hope that the TickleMonster soon won’t be there.  (Editor’s Note:  As I have been editing this, the Mila Monster has taken to roaming the halls again… back to pre-tonsillectomy days!!! alas!)

It has been an amazing 5 years!  Sometimes I just sit back and wonder…

But it really has been even longer than that.  I distinctly remember sitting in a small church at this time 6 years ago.  We were still in a massive state of shock.  Maine was probably a bit more so, being supremely anemic and all.  I was just thankful that she was still upright.  We were millions of miles away from the BY Universe, the Editor or the DQ/Queen.

A truly amazing ride!

And now for my gifts of cards!

 

From the Twizzles:  

From the Pizz (Front/Back)

From the Queen:

 

Oh yes!

 

I’m baaaaaack!

The Next Generation of Blogosphere

So, we’ll see how this goes.  As you probably know, I haven’t been putting much on the blog recently.  I have been swamped recently.  Also the blogger website is problematic for uploading texts and pics, which bogs me down.

 

So, this is the new evolution.  Hopefully my microsoft live writer will allow me to blog away without issues and problems. 

 

Here is an attempt at posting a pic.

 

Is this the next evolution of the BY Universe?

Congrats PreK grad!

Happy 4th Mother's Day from BabyYarnoz! From the DQ

Life is good here in the BY Universe. I've been tasked with this post
since it's essentially about me. And Mike was working so he wasn't
there to witness the awesomeness.

We squeezed quite a bit into this Mother's day weekend, especially
since my ServeHAITI friends were visiting for our annual Board of
Directors' meeting. But not only that happened, Lala also surprised
us with a last-minute visit!

This meant one special occasion: Mother's Day mass with my mom.

Of course, in my mind this was going to mean an hour of peace and
quiet to sit next to Mom while the kids played in the free daycare at
church. But since the Pizz has become a big girl, and Mila wants to
be just like her, I dutifully hauled just Coco to the play room. But
no! At the last moment he says "Where's Mila?" and stuck out his lower
lip. So off to church we went.

The problems with three toddlers in mass is obvious: toddlers do not
like to be quiet, sit still, and they have tiny bladders. This was a
recipe for disaster. If I had planned for three small children in
mass, I would have brought a few options for entertainment.

But I'm happy to report that we had a Mother's Day Miracle, or my kids
are just that good. Because with nothing more than a few post-it
notes, 2 pens, a book written in French, a paper clip, and one leather
glove I managed to keep them in line. Hooray! And no one even had to
pee. I feel like I've arrived as a parent.

Happy Mother's Day to all the moms, almost moms, and every other sorta
maternal person out there!

Timber!

Alas, we tree huggers had to take down another tree. This one was dropping limbs through the new rubber roof on occasion. But hopefully we owl surprise you with something awesome in the end!!

Tonsil Wars: Episode 5- The Tonsils Strike Back

Whew!


What a stressful 2 weeks that has been!  Just when the BY Republic had thought they had vanquished Mila's tonsils forever, they strike back with a vengeance!


It was punishing.


There were tears, drugs, and popsicles!  Ice cream and pudding.  Soup.  And this was all for The Editor!  (ah, I digress)


Man the Mila Monster was in rough shape.  There were days where she would prance around like nothing happened, buoyed by the q3h alternation of motrin and Tylenol.  Then there were days where she was a menace!  She went on a hunger strike!  Didn't eat or drink anything due to the pain.  Times when the Queen and I had to hold her down and inject meds into the back of her throat to get them (partially) down. 


She would walk around with her lovie in her mouth, or sometimes not.  Always drooling feverishly like Jabba the Hut!  She would pace the halls at night again, screaming and crying in pain.  I wanted to curl up inside a TonTon's intestines and sleep for days.... but alas, I could not.


The Queen had it worse.  She had to keep her all day! 


Fighting the Tonsils took a toll on the BY revolution.  We lost some good Zzz's out there.  Coco tried to use the Force to help, but to no avail.  The Editor changed roles from Lando to Han Solo, but could never figure out which fit right!  (Maybe Chewbacca!)


Sometimes we would mount up in the Milennium Falcon, just to drive around.  Still the Tonsils found us!


The Force is strong in this one


At the end of Episode 5, it looked like we were forever doomed to the Tonsil Empire!

The Ends of the Hallway

Angels on Horseback

So, there are moments when I flash back to my childhood and remember events in my life.  Lots of times there is a Deja Vu moment, to whit the Kizzles do something that is eerily familiar or elicits a response very similar to that of my parents.  Also I have found myself doing things that bring on the "Oh I just did something my parents did!"  It is quite an interesting psychological experience.




This was one of those moments...




Last night, the Queen made excellent homemade mashed potatoes.  They were the purple potatoes and she leaves the skin/rinds in... (for extra fiber for the Editor!  I can't get enough!!!).  Also, the though (as I found out later) that the purple coloring would make for an alluring Kizzle dinner.


Well, the Kizzles weren't having it tonight.  (Which meant more for the Editor, since these were phenomenal!) 




But in order to get to desert (which was equally phenomenal homemade carrot cake!) each Kizz had to clean their plate.  (Tonights dinner also included meatloaf, a staple in the Editor's childhood!)  This included a spoonful of mashed potatoes.




Each Kizz tried the potatoes....




Mila didn't get it on her fork....




Coco got a bite to his tongue and spit it out... "yucky!"




Pizz got a biteful in her mouth!  "good girl!  That's my big girl!"  I turn away and hear a "wha-hack!"  cough cough cough  "whahack!!!"  Oh my gosh what did she do...  As I turn back around, and see that she has gagged and vomited back up the mashed potatoes on her plate...




Lovely! 




Needless to say... she didn't get her desert!




(for those not in the know... picture this scene replayed about 30 years ago... Editor playing the role of the Pizz... and the role of mashed potatoes is played by an "angel on horseback"!!!....  To this day, I cannot eat an oyster....)

An Excursion from Tonsil Wars

BY goes to the beach!!

Tonsil Wars: Episode 4, A New Hope!

So, most of you in the BY Universe probably know that The Mila Monster had some Ginormous tonsils.  I mean she is 27lbs and about 3of those pounds are in the back of her throat! They were so big that she had sleep apnea!

So this past Wednesday was T-Day.  Time to get them out.  We'd been prepping her for a month.  (you saw the prior post with meds and Jell-O shots!)

So early AM, we got ready.  The Queen insisted on making her as cute as physically possible!

Pre-trip

Coco and the Pizz each gave her a special toy for the road, so she wouldn't be scared  (Pizz gave her lovey and Coco his blue truck!)  So, after I drop off the other two at school, I cruised on over to the outpatient surgery center. 

Here we are in pre-area.  After check in!

Passing the time!

Finally, they take her back.  She was a champ.  No tears or fussiness.  Whosh and she was gone!

Then we shuffle off nervously to the waiting room for completion.  Unfortunately, my phone completely died and there was no place to charge!  I mean not an outlet in sight.  Where in 2014 does that happen!?!  We are in the tech age people!  (As an aside, they had this scary looking monitor/BP cuff above Mila's head in the above picture.  Looked like it was from 1996 and hadn't been used.  Fortunately, it was "Y2K Compliant"!)

So, the Queen is reading her mags, when I am just sitting there with nothing to do.  Nothing.  I chug 2 cups of free coffee (on top of the 2 that I drunk from home). 

Wow...

Literally 20minutes later the ENT comes out and we're done!  No problems.  She was a trooper.  The nurse anesthetist came out later to "warn us" of the devil that our Mila was going to be coming out of anesthesia!  Her parting shot to us was "Whew, I got a glimpse of those tonsils when I tubed her!  Wow!  They needed to come out for sure!!!"

Ha ha ha.  our little 27lb sleep apnea girl!  And here we thought that Coco had a problem (we took him to the said ENT about a year ago to have his hearing checked.... that might have been another post!)

We make it back to see the MM.  Wow!  Yup... flashbacks to Pizz' Tubes came crashing back.  It was The Exorcist part II.  Wild, screaming, crying, thrashing, sleeping, screaming.... and that was just me!

Ha.

We finally got her calmed down and settled in to the recovery area.  The nurse informed us that she had another 2hrs to recover...

Whew!  I look at my watch.  Hey, babe, I gots to get to work! 

(it was a really tough day for me!)

Stay Tuned for the next Episode.... The Tonsils Strike Back!!!

Bye bye tonsils!

Hello sleep??!!....

Good Morning!

Twin fun

Daddy Tries Something New

So this morning that the Editor woke up late. He woke up to find Mila and Kemper on the couch already watching kids channel. He knew is behind going to get breakfast ready

So I decided to try something new. An oldie but goodie. Quaker instant oatmeal.

I knew I couldn't just make it for them without them knowing what it was. This was an automatic decline. So I had to hook them into wanting it.  I made two bags for myself: Apple cinnamon mixed with cinnamon. Mmmm good. 

By this time Coco woke up and drudged downstairs to join his sisters on the couch. Just in time!  

Now is time to try my invention on the Kizzles. 

Mila: she looked at it, look at me, look back at the oatmeal, and shook her head violently NO. 

Coco: looked at it, look at me, look at the oatmeal, looked at the spoon of oatmeal, took a taste of oatmeal, and then shook his head violently NO. 

Kemper: looked at it, looked at me, looked at the spoon of oatmeal, took a taste of oatmeal, said yes. 

Woo hoo!  At least I got one; that's batting 300! So I begun the process of making oatmeal. I got a bag, ripped open, and had Kemper dumping it in the bowl. As I was walking the bowl to the microwave I realize my error:  it was plain!  Oh no! She certainly wasn't going to eat plain oatmeal. Now I was in trouble. She was hungry. So I grabbed the cinnamon bag. Now I am four bags of oatmeal in. So I made the oatmeal give it to Kemper eat she was satisfied.

Now, Coco looked at Kemper's oatmeal. He looked at me. They look longingly at the oatmeal. "I want oatmeal". So now I had to make another bag of oatmeal (that totals five). I dutifully did my daddy chore and I made another bag. 

Telling now I was done. I had two kids eating out oatmeal, so hopefully my job was complete. I considered this a success.

Tap tap tap. 

Daddy I don't want me anymore says Coco. Really sad. Yes I want yogurt now.   Oh boy. Kemper comes up yes I'm done to daddy, she has me a full bowl of oatmeal.

Now here I sit, watching three Yarnoz Kizzles eating yogurt. As I watch them I looked on my five bowls of oatmeal and realize I'm in for a long breakfast ahead of me!

Movie night!

Frozen!

Another Step in BY Parenting Magic!

So this past weekend, we had a a long day. Coco was getting tired but he did not take a nap. He was getting cranky. What would we do, I do not know.


What was the editor to do.


It was getting late, and if I put him down, the the whole evening off.


So I did the only thing I could do. I turned on the TV.


Changed one channel and then poof!!! NASCAR.


"Stop daddy I want to watch cars"


That was it!


One and a half hours later we were still sitting on the couch watching NASCAR.


Coco: "Daddy what's the white car doing." " Daddy was the red car doing"  "Daddy where's the blue car". "Uh oh, that car got a boo boo, now he has to go to the doctor"  " They're not going fast enough faster faster faster."



This went on for hours until he eventually passed out.


It looks like Saturday evenings want to be the same again.

Outdoor playtime

Just enjoying the day!

The New Weapon in BY Parenting!!!

Details to come .... !