I got my first cell phone after I got back from my mission … *gasp of horror* … yeah I know …. I’m kind of a late bloomer. I just really didn’t have a need for a phone up until then. It never ceases to blow my mind when I see 7,8 and 9 yr olds with cell phones … I guess they have more active social lives than I did at their age (but seriously, what do they have to talk about? … the latest Hannah Montana episode? …. What they got on their spelling quizzes?) Anyway, what I’m trying to say here is that I don’t really care much about cell phones or having the newest and coolest model If I can call and text … then I am set for life.
Recently, we switched over to Sprint and boy did Sprint hook us up. I’m not quite sure how I feel about our newest little additions to the family. These phones are pretty fancy … a little too fancy. Every time I pick it up I feel like I’m holding a newborn baby …. so delicate … I’m afraid I will hurt it. I feel the need to sew it some little clothes to protect it from the outside elements. I’m pretty sure this phone is exactly like having a baby. It talks for heaven’s sake. It’s a very smart baby.
Clearly, Mitchell is excited about the phone … maybe a little too excited. The way he looks at … I get a little jealous. I just can’t compete.
Cradling the baby.