No rest for the wicked
This is a little tardy, but I feel I must mention that as of roughly 10 PM CST November 22, 2004, I have a new nephew, Nigel Sanford Berry.
On the subject of the name, I can only speculate that my brother in law (Hi, Cory!) didn't think that naming his first son Calvin Rufus Berry was sufficient revenge on his parents for naming him Corlis--I wish, though, he had opted for therapy instead of a path that willguarantee his sons get beat up every day after school. It's just a little too "sins of the grandparents" meets Darwin.
Then again, Patrick has a daughter named Hadley. Maybe it's something in the water.
I've decided I'm going to call Nige "Junior", since he shares a middle name with his dad--I have a nasty feeling that's going to be a stand-out accomplishment in this family. I mean, what are they gonna call any daughters that turn up? Petunia Eglantine Berry? Calliope Dorothea Berry?
Just thinking of a child named Calliope makes me laugh. Boy will I feel guilty if that ever comes to pass.
Seriously, I look forward to seeing him at Christmas, no matter how bald, pink, wrinkled, noisy and smelly he may be.