C. Franz and the Wacky Things He Says

Lucienne, at six months, had developed the highly annoying tendency of screaming and crying when not being held and walking around. For a while there she could entertain herself in her swing, or on her activity playmat, or in her bouncy-bouncy, but now she has to either be in the frontpack or in my arms - which can get in the way of everyday chores like dishes or playing Literati on Yahoo Games.

Combine this with Margot refusing to take her afternoon naps and you get a very grumpy daddy. The only way to get them to sleep is to go on long car drives, which gives me agita because 1) I hate driving; 2) there is only so much of MetroWest Boston to see; and 3) the whole fossil-fuel thing (even though I get around 30+ miles per gallon in me old Saturn. I make an awful Stepford Husband.