Sleeping baby: goal seems attainable

Edited to add update below "in other sleep news"!
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In sleep news tonight:
I've noticed that Bumper has developed two of my weird (and frankly creepy) idiosyncrasies:

1. sleeping with her eyes partially or fully open
2. performs calisthenics in her sleep (kicking, turning, flipping, punching, etc.)

When I was a small kid and we went on family vacations we always drove EVERYWHERE. Dad was a bit of a cheap ass frugal man and air travel was considered too rich for our blood. The majority of our trips were road trips and this meant staying in some really flea bag motels because once again, my dad was a cheap ass penny pincher. It didn't matter if we were driving 700 miles to Boston, or over 1200 miles to Toronto, we did it all in that freakin' blue Chevy Malibu. Three kids crammed in the back (me always in the middle because I was the baby - no rights what-so-ever but that's another post) and my parents up front. When evening would approach our entire clan would stay in one hotel room (with a cot! We weren't complete savages) and since we were two girls and one boy, my sister and I always had to share a bed. I had no problem with this but my poor sister would whine about how much she hated sleeping with me. Not only did I look like a zombie with my eyes open, I would occasionally punch her, inevitably kick her, and my feet were always ice cold. As I got older, she really helped nurture a paranoia that no man would ever want to be my husband because I was too darn creepy and weird to be a sleep partner. She was wrong. I'm sure that these traits will cause no problems for Bumper. I hope.

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In other sleep news:
For the third night, husband has taken over the entire "getting Bumper to sleep" routine and I shouldn't be typing this, but it's working! (I just cursed myself. That's it. It's over). It's so exciting that I'm weeping just typing these words. I know many of you had already reached that milestone long before me, but up until now, no one, I mean NO ONE, has been able to get Bumper to sleep but me and that was really beginning to wear me down (amongst other things). I'm so happy and it's just in the nick of time. It's Ladies Night Saturday, whoo to the freakin' hoo! I don't care if alcohol is involved, I'm just getting out of the house!

EDITED TO ADD:
It is Thursday now and I brought home one screaming, unnapped*, cranky devilchild baby after getting stuck on the subway due to something happening somewhere during my journey home from downtown. I literally walked in the door, flipping off the BabyBjorn buttons and handed the baby to husband while mumbling something about having to use the bathroom. I stayed in there for 5 minutes reading Flare. Once I regained my hearing (lost from having hysterical baby on lap in tunnel) I ventured out to find husband feeding baby (sigh). And get this: he got her to sleep in 20 minutes. I love him so much.

* if unnapped isn't a word, it is now. It's when you get backhanded by Weissbluth karma for not adhering to the all important respect for your childs nap time, instead making the baby portable for your leisure. Results in one cranky baby who can be hard to get to sleep.

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Sleep round-up and recap:
Bumper is getting to sleep closer and closer to our goal time and her naps are going very well. I still do something at least once a week that screws up at least one nap but it doesn't seem to have the same impact as before when I was messing it up more often. I haven't really missed the outings because the napping is making her a much happier and fun baby to be around.

So consistency is the key (you guys are so smart. I heart you, blogsphere). Here's to consistency! I'll be drinking to that on Saturday.

I'm so glad I found you, blogsphere. You've kept me sane.

Only you can prevent inconsistency in bed time routines