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By Sara M | Season 9 | Episode 13 | Aired on 01.30.2005
Kevin finds Lucy standing over Savannah. Apparently, Lucy has "swaddled" Savannah, which Kevin thinks makes her look like a mummy but Lucy says makes Savannah feel like she's in the womb again. Considering how much Savannah apparently hated being in the womb, this seems like a punishment to me. Lucy announces she's going to take a nap, but Kevin says he wanted to take a nap, and they can't both nap at the same time since Kevin thinks someone has to be standing over the baby at all times to make sure it's breathing. I kind of liked Kevin's behavior in this episode, actually; I imagine that if and when I have a child, I will be standing over it to make sure it's breathing too. Kevin and I must have read the same article about SIDS. Lucy tells Kevin to stop worrying so much. Kevin tells Lucy to start worrying a little more, like about all the germs she let in the house. I don't think it's very nice to call Mrs. Poole that after she gave them that nice gift. Then Kevin snaps and says that just because Lucy isn't tired since her mother is doing everything for her, leaving her "peppy" and "happy" like a "Stepford mommy," doesn't mean that he isn't tired, and he wants to take a nap. I award Kevin ten awesome points for that statement, although I'm sure I'll be taking them away pretty soon. Lucy storms off to bed. Savannah starts to cry. I like Kevin's leather jacket.
Ruthie finds Martin in the school hall and points Vincent out to him. Then she leaves. On her way out, she says good-bye to Vincent, who barely acknowledges her. That's a real love connection there. Martin walks up to Vincent and introduces himself as someone who lives with Ruthie. Vincent's all, "Ruthie who?" Wow, Ruthie didn't plan this well at all. Martin tells Vincent to ask her out. Vincent remembers who Ruthie is and says he doesn't want to ask her out because he doesn't want to meet her preacher dad. I wouldn't want to meet RevCam either, although that has nothing to do with his profession. Vincent asks Martin if his parents got RevCam to ask Ruthie to ask Martin to ask Vincent to ask Ruthie out so that Vincent would have to meet RevCam. Well, someone has a little problem with paranoid conspiracies. Martin asks why Vincent's parents would want him to talk to RevCam. Vincent says he "had a problem, kind of." He probably thought about having sex once and then some girl got pregnant.
Ruthie arrives home. RevCam tries to weasel the Zoe sleepover scandal information out of her, but the phone rings before his plan can succeed. RevCam answers the phone. It's Vincent, sitting in what I'm pretty sure is the old set for Peter's bedroom. Hey, remember Peter? The writers don't. And oh, look -- the Cheesy Split Screen has decided to make another appearance. I guess with all the money makeup spent on products for Ruthie and Vincent this week, the special effects department didn't have much to work with, since the Split Screen disappears almost immediately after its introduction, even though the conversation has not concluded. I think they just throw it in there to annoy me at this point, because it serves no other purpose. Vincent asks RevCam if his parents have been talking to him. RevCam has no idea what Vincent is talking about, but says that if Vincent needs to talk to him, he is available. Vincent asks if he available right now. As it just so happens, RevCam, who never did quite make it into work today, has plenty of free time. RevCam says he'll see Vincent soon, and Vincent hangs up his phone, which I'm pretty sure is actually a Tivo remote. It has the same rounded-hourglass shape. I have a season pass for 7th Heaven on my Tivo, so I got a season pass for Masterpiece Theatre to sort of even things out, but that just made my Tivo's impression of me as an elderly shut-in even stronger. Now it tapes every episode of The Golden Girls and The Miss Bradley Mysteries it can find. Actually, that's usually fine with me, because I love me some Betty White and Diana Rigg. Maybe I actually am an elderly shut-in.