I'm still a car sleeper.

I'm still a car sleeper.

This can be a real problem when driving.

This can be a real problem when driving.

It is, actually. I get really tired if I have to drive more than 2 hours. I'd rather be in the passenger seat sleeping.

My mom spent more than a few nights sleeping IN the car with my brother because of the wake up issue. M

Plei, try the vacuum thing Trudy suggested. If she's a white noise lover, you'll find out. A friend of mine used to tune the TV to snow when hers wouldn't sleep, and once stood up the vacuum and let it run right outside the baby's door.

• g* At 7 months, we've pretty much got that part figured out.

The vacuum trick kind of worked when she was a neonate, but as a settled baby, the vacuum is now a Thing Doing Stuff, and is therefore to be paid attention to, just in case.

The usual sure-fire way for her to nap is for me to curl up with her, one of the side lights on, and start getting sleepy, myself. Sadly, it appears that a Sawzall in the other room is also a Thing Doing Stuff, and trumps cuddling with a parent. However, cuddling with a parent appears to have taken the edge off, and now she's sitting in her high chair, playing with her sippy cup and looking for Kitties Running By.

(I am abusing the fuck out of Pooh Case tonight.)

In non-baby news, I have this in-a-hurry bad eating habit I like to call Stuff-on-Spoon. Where, in a pinch with no time to prepare a meal (or, in this case, a kitchen filled with construction gear as a result of an emergency repipe), you just grab a large spoon, and a jar of something foodlike. Today's lesson: SoS works so much better when a body's eating peanut butter and/or has more than just the dregs left in the Nutella jar. Soynut butter just doesn't cut it. I suspect sunflower seed butter is the same.

Time to raid the fridge and see if we have anything solid in there I can wolf down.

Aww. She's looking around, trying to identify the noise coming from under the sink. Damn, she's cute.

Cashew butter is good too, especially with a handful of wheatstone srackers (from my nanny days.)

Also, I think you are raising a renovator.

MG, what's your paper's subject? I'll generate 25 words of general edumacational sounding crap you can sneak in there someplace ifn you want.

Do I remember correctly that Ms. Tickybox likes Spoon, no Stuff?

She is coming around to Stuff.

I'm not retrying bananas for a while, though. That rejection was pretty brutal.

Hmm. Maybe I should boil some water and have instant oatmeal.

This pipe thing is taking forever.

The vacuum trick kind of worked when she was a neonate

Jake was never one of those kids, but Ben was. He had his first cast on at two weeks (modified club foot) and I'll never forget the awful nurse telling me how much he would scream when they used the saw to take it off. I was appalled and terrified, but when the doctor turned it on he was mesmerized. Absolutely silent, staring at the thing in fascination. If I hadn't been so relieved, I would have given that nurse the biggest Fuck You evah.

He was a weird baby -- even running water calmed him down. He could be screaming and if I walked up to the kitchen tap and turned it on, sudden quiet.