This morning, I took Easton for a walk to downtown SSF so Claire could catch up with some sleep. Easton woke up every two hours last night (feeling the effects of the shots he got from the doctor visit on Friday).
When we came back from our stroll, Easton was fast asleep but woke up when I put him down in his crib. As he lay dazed trying to to figure out if he wanted to wake up or go back to sleep, I ran to my phone to TXT Claire:
just got home with easton. don’t open our bedroom door. he’s trying to fall asleep.
I’m sure the creators of TXT messaging never envisioned it being used this way.
