The Holtonian

AK: the future queen of Holtonia

So AK has had two eventful things happen in the past 24 hours. First off we're trying to implement "CRY IT OUT" Phase 1. Well, that is we've let her "cry it out" before but it only lasted 15 minutes tops. We've upped the ante now and last night was a bit of a cry fest, so much so that I got the wifey's permission, nay, blessing to go upstairs and sleep. And I've got that same blessing tonight.

Which, it was kind of funny because over dinner she asked me how I slept and I said for the four hours I was upstairs I slept fantastic. She being a loving wife full of the Holy Spirit was happy for me and glad I went up there for my sake. She said I could do it again tonight if I wished and she would not feel ill towards me. I said, "OK, I just might... besides it was nice kind of having a whole queen bed to myself..." Which some wive's might hit their husband at this point, my wife on the other hand, "Yeah I know it was nice having you out of the bed."

So I invision us in 20 years when we're old and gray... well maybe 30 years, being that old couple with two seperate beds.

(Me in 30 years sounding more crotchety than I already do) "Come on honey lets have some fun and push them beds together."
(Wifey older and crotchetitier as well), "Just don't throw your back out again..."

Aaaaah, old age, gotta love it. No we'll just have to get a king one of these days. Wife wants one before baby number two.

Another big event for AK was her first feeding... that didn't come via Wifey.

She hasn't slept well the past few weeks, and our doc said it might be time to try the food, so we got some whole grain organic wheat cereal (that's for you Petey!) from Greenlife and she ate the stuff up like nobody's business.

If there was any doubt of her being ready for the stuff i think it might have been cleared up tonight. She went to town on it like her old man. What can I say she comes from a long line of eaters. There was the Great Hungarian king, Hungry Holton the Super Sized; his son, Hungrier Holton the Obtuse; his son Hungry Hungry Holton of Hippo; his son, Fatty Fatty Boomba Laddy Holton the Overweight; and his daughter, Queen Fatty Holton.... she wasn't very popular in Hungary.

And now my daughter shall sit on her thrown and rule over my dominion with a pink stuffed animal scepter. I have parcelled her this piece of my kingdom, Counterland, and she will rule it with an Iron Fist until my passing when she shall ascend to the thrown in front of the TV and rule over Holtonia!

I'm weird.

Posted by holtonian at September 26, 2006 10:09 PM | TrackBack