And Now, Introducing …

I bet a lot of you think that I am introducing my muppet. I am not. I am introducing someone even better, my new son. Alexander Dallas Richardson was born on Saturday March 10th, at 10:25 p.m. He was 7 lb. 2 oz. and 19 1/4 in. long. He is the cutest little guy in the world. But then again I might be biased. You can be your own judge though.

Alexander Dallas Richardson

Tori is already loving him. She woke in the night screaming for the baby, we would show her t and then she would go to sleep again. Jackie says she was just having night terrors about Justin Bieber. Overall though, she loves him already.

Although I will be home with him for a it because of the job thing, the wonderful feeling and joy of him coming the day after I was fired, is kinda like a big middle finger to my old job. I get to stay home with him instead of having to go to work.

Well, gotta head out. Plenty of pictures to come soon.

What A Week

Been quite a week. Here is a recap. Got fired yesterday. Today we are at the hospital with Mrs. Voices getting ready to deliver our second baby, a boy this time. We are trying to think of a name still. That is just a quick update from my phone. Info and more details and a picture soon!

The Month, Some Music Died

Happy March celebrity death watchers. February seemed to have a lot of music related passings. Some we cared about, some we didn’t, some we said “who?” and some that just got WAY more media coverage than they should have. There were also a few other celebs that died as well as my sleep patterns that have bit the big one too.

 

David Peaston – 54 – R&B singer – Feb. 1

Angelo Dundee – 90 – Muhammad Ali’s trainer – Feb. 1

Don Cornelius – 75 – Host of Soul Train – Feb. 1

Zalman King – 69 – Director/Producer; Wild Orchid/9 ½ Weeks – Feb. 3

Ben Gazzara – 81 – Actor Road House – Feb. 3

Nello Ferrara – 93 – Ferrara Pan Candy guy – Feb. 3

Bill Hinzman – 75 – Zombie Night of the Living Dead – Feb. 5

Sam Coppola – 79 – Actor Saturday Night Fever – Feb. 5

Peter Breck – 82 – Actor The Big Valley – Feb. 5

Phil Bruns – 80 – Actor Barney Miller, Mary Hartman Mary Hartman – Feb. 8

Jeffrey Zaslow – 53 – Author/Columnist – Feb. 10

Whitney Houston – 48 – Singer/Actress – Feb. 11

David Kelly – 82 – Irish Actor; Fawlty Towers – Feb. 12

Jodie Christian – 80 – Jazz Pianist – Feb. 13

Russell Arms – 92 – Singer Your Hit Parade – Feb. 13

Elyse Knox – 94 – Actress and mother of Mark Harmon – Feb. 15

Dick Anthony Williams – 77 – Actor Edward Scissorhands, The Jerk – Feb. 16

Jon McIntire – 70 – Grateful Dead manager – Feb. 16

Gary Carter – 57 – Baseball Player – Feb. 16

Thom Enright – 59 – musician The Young Adults – Feb. 21

Billy Strange – 81 – Songwriter “Limbo Rock” – Feb. 22

Martha Stewart – 89 – Actress (don’t know who she is but I wanted to say Martha Stewart died) – Feb. 25

Louisiana Red – 79 – Blues musician – Feb. 25

Hal Roach – 84 – Irish Comedian – Feb. 28

Davy Jones – 66 – Monkee – Feb. 29

2 Weeks And Counting

We are around the two week mark. It is actually about 17 days or so. I am not counting down to St. Patrick’s Day. I am counting down to the arrival of Tori’s baby brother. If you haven’t noticed, I haven’t been around much lately. We have been doing a lot of last minute prep and we have all collectively been fighting colds and tiredness. I think overall Tori has been the healthiest the last few weeks up until this week. Last night she spiked a fever of 103. It went down but it is back. Poor little bug. She is having a rough time breaking it. This is her first real “sick” with fever this long. I have been spoiling her a lot lately and since she is a smart baby, I think she is deliberately keeping her fever up so that daddy spoils her more than I usually would.

I went off track. 2 weeks until the new arrival. I am already exhausted. Mrs. Voices is exhausted, and she should be. We think we are at a place though where the baby can come and we would be ready. Tori is moved into her new room and I just have a load of laundry or two left for the bassinet and what not for the little guy. What we still aren’t done with yet, is picking a name. We are getting closer though. We are finally starting to come together on some names. We are not going to have any of the names I really want but, I guess that is ok. Is it acceptable to wait until he can talk and just let him pick his own name? That might be even worse.

Hmm. I am really at a loss for what I was going to write about next. Well, just want to let you know I am all still here and just be ready for exciting news to come soon. No, it won’t be that I got a new job paying me millions of dollars. If I ever do have millions of dollars, just remember, I will not forget all my loyal readers and I will send you all at least a dollar. Generous ain’t I?

I Got Dirty At Church

Well, just a little bit. It is Ash Wednesday. For those of you that don’t know what that is, it is NOT an Evil Dead marathon. It is when Catholics and some other denominations as well, go and have ashes on their forehead reminding us that we were made from dirt and to dirt we will return. I am what I call a recovering Catholic. I was raised Catholic, went to Catholic grade school and Jr. High. Then I went to a public high school. There were a lot of things even back then that made me curious about why the Catholics were the right and only true church (in their opinion), but these days, as an adult, there are a lot of things I don’t agree with because of me being a grown up. I am not going to get into all that right now. I want to talk about the experience.

Because of what I mentioned above, we are not avid church goers. We aren’t really even Christers (pronounced kree-stirs), or those that only go at Christmas and Easter. We do go for weddings and the occasional baptism and we go now and then so we can get our babies baptized. Mrs. Voices is more Catholic than I am so there is that.

A while back, one of my favorite blogs WhatImenat2say, warned me that some of the wording has changed in the Catholic mass. This was disturbing to me. While I am not a big church goer, I am still looking for the structure that the mass taught me as a child. I don’t like change. I should have paid more attention to that blog post because Mrs. Voices and I kept saying the wrong things. I needed notes. Although, that wasn’t nearly as embarrassing as taking Tori to her first mass as a talking 16 month old.

When the pipe organ started playing, Tori danced. That was cute. When people started singing, Tori broke out in “la la la la la”. That was also cute. Then, Tori wanted to go to mama. I passed her off and Tori started playing with mommy’s necklace … the “pretties”. Then Tori started doing her next favorite thing. She started pulling on Mrs. Voices’ shirt collar. The Mrs. was able to pull it back up in time. Nothing fell out. The problem was, is that it was very quiet at this particular time during the mass. Tori learned a new word a while back. She pulls at mommy’s shirt and says “NIPPLE” really loud. I laughed a little. So did the people around us. I love going to church with children.

In other news, Whitney Houston is still dead and the flags are back up to full staff. Eating Girl Scout cookies will not cause your daughter to become a homosexual and you will not have to have an abortion and you will not have a sex change operation, unless of course you are a republican living in Indiana.

No TV … Day Three

And hopefully the last. I am not saying I am addicted to TV … but I think I am addicted to TV. While it has been a good few nights without the box blaring in the background, or the foreground, I am finding that me not having something to draw my attention is a bad thing for one main reason. Tori. I never ignore her, in fact I play with her all the time when the TV is going. The problem is, without the TV grabbing at least some of my attention, I find various ways to amuse myself at her expense. Last night, it entailed giving her a piece of spaghetti. Someone told me to give her that and now I know why. OH EM GEE! She was soooo cute. At first, she couldn’t figure out how to get it in her mouth since it kept sliding out. Then, she got frustrated with that and decided it was what she calls “pretties”. That is jewelry to her. She tried to wear it like a necklace. I finally broke it into smaller bites for her after I felt she suffered enough. I would have taken video of it to share but a) I was laughing too damn hard b) I was cooking and cooking and laughing that hard can be rather dangerous, at least for me.

Tonight, my amusement consisted of making the little parrot and myna bird go through a myriad of songs, dances, recitations and otherwise cute stuff. We do have some on video but I will have to see if Mrs. Voices will let herself be on video published to tens of people, and I have to see how goofy I sound. I heard her showing Tori a video earlier and my voice is just AWFUL! Strange that I want to do voices for a living huh? Maybe that is why I do so many because I think my real voice is comical in itself.

Anyhoo, the little middle voice has gone to bed, we are eating our Paczkis and I will be getting the spreadsheet out tomorrow to figure out how much in therapy for Tori this no tv thing is going to cost me.

No TV … Day Two

We are surviving! I came home tonight and with no distractions, other than Tori wanting to help me cook, I was able to make dinner and we ate at a reasonable time. Eggplant parm ala Bob. It was good. Pretty healthy too with no breading. That is not the point though. We ate, played with Tori, put her to bed and now … we are going up to the bedroom to do something we haven’t done in a long time. We are both going to read a book. Not sure what I am going to read yet. I have a few on the shelf. I will decide when I get there. Mrs. Voices will probably read some book in this series she reads that seem to take all of the titles from spaghetti westerns like “Outlaw Demon Wales”, “Pale Demon”, etc. So night all!