My First Cell Phone

Well everyone, we made it to one year before we broke down and bought Tessa her very own cell phone.  (Kidding!)  

She did, though, finagle her own cell phone by virtually destroying mine.  First, came the throws from the stroller this summer that brought on a screen that was dubbed spidermanesque by Nate.  After the screen was damaged, my phone continued to function as both a working cellular device as well as an infant chew toy for several months.  I knew I was pressing my luck, as my phone had glimpses of failure from time to time, but a few weeks ago, I think a bit too much slobber got into my phone.  The inside screen didn't come on until you pressed the start button three times.  Then my calls started to automatically shut off after a minute and a half talk time.  Fortunately, Mason has this great districtwide bulletin board that's basically like an internal craigslist.  I posted to see if anyone had a phone they'd like to donate to me...and found five.  Last weekend, I finally switched it over.  The salesman was amazed my old phone still functioned.  Not only was the battery wet, but also covered in rust.  

So now, we are all happy.  Nate is happy I didn't have to pay for a new phone.  I'm happy I have a new phone that works longer than a minute and a half (quite important if you don't have a land line).  And Tessa is happy that she has her own cell phone.  (I even programmed the greeting to say her name!)  Of course, she still wants the one I'm talking on, but this time I am not giving in...