Cellular Relay

Friday morning, while we were down in Olathe for Mark's post-surgery follow-up visit (to hear the low down on his knee surgery, go here), his mother called on his cell phone to tell us that Ruth had her baby just twenty minutes earlier (boy, 7 pounds, 11 ounces, twentysomething inches long, still haven't decided on a name yet, so I'm going to call him George Junior just to be obnoxious). Ah, cell phones! We're so connected. Except we're not. Because Mark's brother, Caleb, called the same cell phone two weeks earlier and left a message saying that he and his wife were expecting. But Mark only got the message two days ago, because the notification never rang through. So, yeah, babies! But, darn cell phones!