No blog activity for a few days, but with good reason. My wife woke me up at 4:00 a.m. on December 28 and said her water broke. She wasn't due until January 19. So this was 3 weeks early...and totally unexpected.
We have a 1 1/2 year old and a 3 1/2 year old, and so I had to be Mr. Mom, while she took a taxi (!) to Ochsner. We were going to see if we could get into Touro, the only working labor/delivery unit in Orleans Parish, but we were going to do that this week...oops.
So I then get a phone call from da wife at 8:30 telling me to dress the kids and get there asap, as she was going to have the baby within an hour. I haul ass to old Jeff, and about 5 minutes after I check the kids into the Kids Klub, here he came.
Think about this, an 8 lb. 1 oz. preemie. Our 2nd kid was 9 lbs 11 oz, so this guy was expecting to weigh in at well over 10 pounds.
Well, we weighed my personal favorites, but they were found to be wanting. Horace Boris Morris just wouldn't fly, Louis Louis Morris was a bit too much, and my wife figured out it was less a Louis Armstrong tribute than a Kingsmen tribute. Morris Maurice Morris was vetoed as well, although I thought it would have been a great hockey name.
The front runner for the longest time was John Lee, after Mr. Hooker. However, when K happened, we felt we had to do something...we thought our home was gone, so we came up with a way to pay tribute to the greatest city in the world.
Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, Rey d'Orleans Morris.
And if the kid complains about it, I'll tell him that he could have been Hinton Ashley Morris Jr.. Yeah, it could have been much worse, Rey.
He was in NICU for a while, and his lungs weren't working quite as well as they should have, but now, he's fine, and he made it home in time for Silvestr. The Perrier Jouet was flowing, and all is now well.