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Well, I’m an uncle. Again.
At 10:20 last night, the world’s supply of natural resources — e.g., whipped cream, pencil sharpeners, the racing cars in Monopoly sets — was further impinged upon by the arrival of Clarke John Sweeney Adams.
10 fingers, 10 toes.
No flippers.
(I guess we can’t have everything.)
As I was picking the wee Nugget up for the first time, mysisterwhoeatspoofortwo said, “Say hello to your Uncle Monkey Pants.”
I can live with that.




September 12th, 2007 at 10:34 am
Congratulations to all involved… all the way from the british isles!
September 12th, 2007 at 10:39 am
I must say that Uncle Monkey Pants has a nice ring to it.
Congrats to the Sweeney and Adams clans.
September 12th, 2007 at 6:31 pm
Congratulations to everyone.
Uncle Monkey Pants sounds like a great start of a children’s book!
September 13th, 2007 at 7:20 pm
Uncle Monkey pants is the coolest name EVER! Beats Drunk Uncle Bobby or Creepy Uncle Octavius anyday!
September 14th, 2007 at 2:08 pm
Yay! Those are some heavy names for a wee lad. I’m sure he’ll learn to wield them in time.