Prior to a last week, my only experience with Uncle John has been the fabulous and satisfying collections of the Uncle John's bathroom reader series. These books come in many editions and have been given to me through the years by friends and family. Apparently for those who know me, the assumption is that I spend a large amount of time in the bathroom. This is actually untrue, I am quite efficient.
If you are the type of person that needs some diversionary fun and educational enlightenment whilst taking care of daily activities, I would highly recommend the Uncle John's bathroom reader series, they're full of small vignettes that leave you both enlightened and lightened. (This is probably the first/only poop joke, poop pun, or extensive scatological reference we've had here at the normally very high brow Deaf Dogs and Benevolent Gnomes, so quit yer whinin'.)
But now the title of "Uncle John" has new and special meaning, mostly because I am officially an Uncle. Uncle John to be specific. My sister and her husband had their first child and I'm officially an Uncle.
I don't have any photos of the new baby to post (Jacob Brent is his name), since all I've gotten are cell phone pictures of my new nephew. As soon as I get some real photos, I'll be sure to post them. Unfortunately since sister and her hubby are in the crazy first weeks of dealing with the new arrival, we have to rely on my Dad to supply pictures, which is why I don't have any real pics yet.