A Day in the Life of My iPod Touch

I sleep with my iPod under my pillow. No, not because I love it so much that I can't stand to be parted from it even while sleeping, but because I am nursing my 11-month-old, and the Touch lets me read in the dark, with one hand, without disturbing the baby or my slumbering husband.

6:20 a.m. It's still dark when I wake. In a few minutes I will try to slip out of bed without rousing the baby—Scott is already up with Wonderboy, our earlybird—but right now, in this peaceful hush before the rest ...