Faced with mounting expenses, Greg realized that he would have to make more effort to advance in his career. Leaving Eliza to take care of the baby, he spent his days off wandering around town and attempting to work on his social skills. Despite his best efforts, the content of his predictions was often downright inappropriate.
Not only did he frequently cross the line with his occasionally-offensive predictions, but his technique left something to be desired as well.
Greg: "Hold still! The mystical energies must flow!"
While Greg was busy suffocating the neighbors, Eliza was adjusting to life as a mom. Her nights out on the town were over, traded for days spent at home taking care of Lane and performing other domestic duties.
Sometimes, she took Lane with her when she went to run errands, bundling the infant into the stroller she'd purchased and setting off into town at a brisk walk.
Eliza: "If you have the energy to scream, then why don't you have the energy to hold on until we get home? Remind me again why I ever wanted to have a baby."
On the whole, Eliza was a caring and loving mother, even if she did have a few hiccups along the way while trying to figure things out.
Greg's hard work around the town must have paid off, because he soon received a promotion to the position of Palm Reader.
Greg: "Yes! Palm reading! THAT'S WHAT I DO!"
Yes, Greg, we know.
Let's play "spot the picture where Tigger forgot to put the walls up"!