Not another great carbon footprint story.The latest nap time ritual: In-car picnic at construction site on the waterfront, endless commentary about the auger 'augging,' anything that moves, while trying out all of the seats and 'adjusting' most of the controls in the car (this happens after breakfast on Saturday morning as well). Yesterday we shared sardines (yes, there are those 'dines again - loaded with iron and omega-3's and he loves them) and a local fresh squeezed strawberry, lemon, and apple juice. Today he was too full of strawberries and strawberry ice cream, was only feigning interest in the chicken sandwich, kiwi, banana bread, or other snacks I was proffering. We watch the noon jet fly over the bay, disappear into the clouds. After considerable cajoling (understatement) on my behalf, back to the car seat to do a train check and head by the airport to The 5, where we turn on his (most recent) favorite car song, the Beta Band (cd 3, trk 1), we call it the 'Rain Song' (maybe that's even the title) which we have played possibly 1,000 times (formerly Lime in the Coconut Song~doc-tor~), and head down the freeway. By the time we reach the south end of town, the car vibrations (13-year old Volvo...lots of vibration) and the landscape start to work their magic, things get panoramic to bucolic the further south you go, really beautiful, lush green, hazy foothills, occasional waterfalls, and few major construction toddler distractions. If I am lucky, the eyes close before the last exit and we can head back home for a short drive along the bay. Some days, we drive about 12 miles south, exit 246, and head back north. All this from his absolute refusal to lay down to nap about a month ago. He's a busy guy, he needs a little nap. Today he even asked me if we could just 'go home and take a nap'. Next!(phase).
