My second niece was born about 2:00 pm Saturday. I know her name, and also that she's a she (my brother and his girlfriend had not learned the child's sex beforehand, preferring to do things the traditional way and being irritated by how stores don't stock non-blue-or-pink baby clothes anymore, which irritates me too now that I know of it), and got a text message that she was six pounds seven ounces, and 19.5 inches. I can suppose that with a birthday of 9-10-11 she's hoping to win the favor of Count von Count. Shame she blew it by not being born nearly a quarter after noon.
My parents are, of course, in the area, although they went to visit friends in Rhode Island for the Big Day so as to not be too obviously hovering. They'll be back here tomorrow, since my mother has to get back to work and my father has to get back to telling the cats to go away while he scritches their chins and ears and dangles string in front of their noses. My first niece seems to have gone to some kind of dancing class today, based on my brother's Twitter-and-Flicker accounts. The cats are still sulking as though this were all my fault.
The family-and-familial-friends e-mail networks have been strangely silent, reflecting either that all this is being done over the phone or that they've all forgotten to put me in the loop. (See also: controversy about my parents and sister not visiting the first niece enough, and my non-participation in it.) I got the news by telephone, and was glad not to hear it by tweet, although I can't give a rational explanation for that gladness, particularly as I wouldn't have minded an e-mail. I suppose it's like from the first generation of telephone-users finding a phoned message socially inferior to an actual call. (See also: controversy about my brother dropping my Twitter feed, and my non-complaining about my father.)
Trivia: The first pay telephone opened in 1880, in the lobby of the Connecticut Telephone Company in New Haven. Charges were paid to an attendant. Source: Wondrous Contrivances: Technology At The Threshold, Merritt Ierley. (Ierley also points out the telephone made it possible for the first time for people to start a conversation without any idea who it was with; you'd at least see your conversation partner before that.)
Currently Reading: Dave Barry's Money Secrets, Dave Barry.