So here's a sample of the text message antics Danny and I were dealing with this evening. The drill at our house in the evenings is that I pretty much handle Z for bed and Danny takes care of Holden. For the better part of a year, Holden has been so easy to get to sleep -- a story (or two) and then the promise: "be back to check on you."
Zoë is still nursing to sleep so Danny is usually done with his parental bed time duties WAY before me.
However, just this past week or so he's suddenly requiring a little bit more hands on attention... and so thus this message between the two of us as Zoë was crawling in and out of the master bed (our mattress currently on the floor for safe co-sleeping).
He had just texted Nate Silver's FiveThirtyEight update about the President's chances for tomorrow:
How did husband's and wives communicate before text messaging?