Traffic and kids... the potential for going berserk is pretty high in a setup involving these elements. I think I reported more than a year ago that Marguerite had already discovered that charming travel mantra (mantra as repetition is key) "Are we there yet?" and she hates being caught in a traffic jam. We deal with her by trying to find something fun and entertaining to do while in the car. How about the baby though? Cameron has decided that he absolutely would not stand for an unmoving car. He would be sleeping and as soon as we're stuck in traffic, his lids shoot up and we have an indignant baby on our hands. Distracting him usually does not work. He knows what he wants and that is a moving car; he won't stop the racket until he gets what he wants. What works sometimes is feeding him, but that means getting him out of his carseat, which is boring to do, hee, and besides the novelty wears off after a little while, especially if he's not hungry in the first place. It really makes you dread hitting the really busy spots of the metropolis. Mark and I are crazy to always be talking about going on roadtrips, lol.