UPDATE: Understatement of the Year:

So at 12:08 AM PST, I received the following text message from Sister Fi:

In labor now about three hours. Guess I should wake up mom and Michael for hospital pretty soon.

Gee. Ya think? ;-)

Good luck in there. Love ya!

So my niece or nephew is due to show up today. I'm assuming he or she is so full of the local Irish charm that s/he's late, but for all the returning of my text messages that goes on these days from across the pond, the little one could already be out, walking, talking, and college-educated. Bwahaha. Actually, I don't even know if I'm using the right number, with all those damn zeros and country codes those silly foreigners make you use.

You can read more about the strange journey of Little Baby Doe (they still don't have a name) on Sister Fi's blog. In other family-related news, my "Deep and Soulful" (not my quote) Uncle Jim, AKA The Attorney-At-Love, was just interviewed in the Arizona Daily Star. You can also bring that voice to your local book club via speakerphone (or in person, if you live in AZ) by contacting him through his Web site.