For Momo’s birthday, we bit the bullet and got her a new iPod Touch, because music has become really important to her for learning how to cope with busy spaces, and her cheap little music players were too easy to break and so aggravating to use. Which means, she now has her own Apple ID. Which means, unintended consequences, she is now able to text people?!

Adding her to my contacts list in my phone was weird enough, but getting messages from her? Surreal. Absolutely surreal. But very cool – the first thing she sent me was a video of her telling me she loved me, and you know I’m going to hold on to that until approximately the end of time. But then the second thing was… this… so it’s going to be a weird time for me for a little bit, I think.