I am going to have to keep ear plugs in my glovebox for anyone who happens to be riding with me when I go pick up Sam from day care. We’ve been lucky that she doesn’t seem to mind her car seat too much but she does go through spells when she cries for a while until we get going down the road. Then she’ll cry if we have to stop at a light or in traffic and then stop when we get moving again. Today when I picked her up she didn’t care if we were stopped or going full speed, she was screaming either way. This lasted for several minutes until I decided to sing her favorite song to try and get her to quiet down. Of course she couldn’t hear me for her own screaming so I started screaming too. Not at her, but to her. Have you ever heard someone who cannot sing a note desperately yelling the words to “She’ll Be Comin’ Round the Mountain” at the top of her lungs? It is not pleasant. Of course I didn’t stop with “She’ll Be Comin’ Round the Mountain”. Next came all the songs I could remember from vacation bible school – Jesus Loves Me, Jesus Loves the Little Children, If You’re Happy and You Know It and on and on. Then I moved on to The Sound of Music and tried “Do A Deer, A Female Deer” etc. It worked. Sam was either soothed or shocked to sleep. I’m talented, what can I say? Or more likely she was faking so I’d shut up.