My beloved little brother and his wife, the rebel, are the proud parents of Owen, who arrived propitiously, two weeks early and with all tax advantages, on Dec. 31 at 9:30 p.m. in Manhattan while all of us in Stockholm were drunkenly swigging champagne at 4:30 a.m. here, a good four and a half hours into 2006.
Welcome to the wide world, baby boy.
The Swedish word for the day is farbror, which is what you call a paternal uncle; morbror is a maternal uncle.
- by Francis S.
Monday, January 02, 2006
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