The Holliday Family

Today, Feb 21st is Ruby’s due date; but then you check the blog every day so you know that:)

According to our medical system up until now Ruby has been living in the negatives, as in she was negative 43 days old when she was born and steadily approaching zero days old every day since.

Marla and I are of course very proud of Ruby hitting her zero day and we’re doubly proud of what she has accomplished before she was technically zero days old.  Now some people like to brag about their kids walking early or talking early but in the Holliday house hold, where we tolerate nothing but perfection, that’s just not good enough.

At this time I’d like to celebrate some of the things that Ruby did while most other babies were passing the time in their mothers womb… I give you:

Ruby the first 43 days, a pictoral history

Met 75% of her grandparents

Grandpa Doug Holliday

Grandma Barb Holliday

Grandma Jane Panasik

Toured with Led Zepplin

John, Robert, Jimmy and Ruby on tour

Napped… oh boy did we nap alot:)

The best place to have a nap

Went on a car ride

Ruby calls shotgun!

Had her first bath

Bath and dress up time:)

Meanwhile Kent guarded the house

It’s common knowledge that if you want to protect your house from intruders you don’t buy an alarm system or a pit bull. The wealthy these days, all turn to magic cat to protect their home. Any would be robbers that look into magic cat’s eyes quickly meet their end.

It's rumoured that those glowing green eyes shoot laser beams

Toodles,

Ruby, Mars and Chris

First some housekeeping…

I know I haven’t written in a while and for than I’m sorry.  I’m going to try to stick to a schedule of 2x a week, with a promise of atleast one post per week.

…and now on a serious note.

Ruby came home last night(Tuesday Feb 3rd).

There is a post about that to come, but this piece of information is germane to the story. This is somewhat of a sad story about the forgotten man in this whole baby business, and by man I, of course, mean Kent.

Those of you who know Kent will recall that he has always battled with his weight.  Just a few short months ago he was down to a svelt 12 lbs.  I picked him up today and he’s no 12 lbs anymore.  We haven’t had an official weigh in yet, but I think  he ma be tipping the scales to the tune of 17-18 lbs.

What happened to Kent?

As with many problems, Kent’s weight has multiple factors all coming together to cause his “growth”.

Problem 1

His weight was kept artificially low by having sore gums.  This was remedied by our friend Dr. Jason Tolton**, no wait wrong link try this one.   He had the solution; a simple teeth cleaning was all that was required.  Kent was in and out in a day.

Problem 2

Coincident with this was Ruby’s early arrival and our time in the hospital visiting her every day.  Now when we are away that means our friends will feed Kent, and what does everyone do when taking care of someone elses animal?  That’s right, feed the crap out of them because you’ll be damed if your the person who caused someone else’s pet to die to to malnutrition.

Problem 3

Kent used to sleep on our bed every night.  Now that Ruby has come home, Kent has been banished to the hallway.  He hasn’t reacted well to this.  Last night he scratched at our door, stalked me in the hallway when I got up, and puked on the floor.  The man is seriously bummed and eating his pain is his way of dealing with it.

Resolution

Now that we’re home and we’ve got a stash of diet cat food we should be able to get his weight back under control.  We still have a stand off on the issue of sleeping in our room.  We can’t allow it due to what he could do to Ruby and Kent has let us know that he will not be ignored.

Wish us luck.

FootNotes:

** Bet you didn’t think I could work in a Carrot Top reference into a blog about our family:)