Friday, September 28, 2007

Music: Tri-State Conspiracy - High-Strung Mess
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This morning was quite nice. I got my first good night's sleep all week (Claratin at night instead of during the day! Genius!), and when I got downstairs my mom was in a good mood and even made a new pot of coffee for me (our coffee maker is so amazing. It makes a full pot in under 3 minutes...it's friggin' ugly and looks like a turbine engine...but it's awesome). Chatted with her for a little bit and was reminded that my Pop-Pop is coming up from Florida tonight in preparation for next week's return trip to Nanticoke to see Great Grandpa Arthur. They're planning on doing a little bit of gardening around the site (Pop loves plants, so it's only fitting he should want to see his dad's grave all nice and green).

As usual, there's going to be a family get-together at my Aunt Jill's so everyone can see him...except for me. With the new babies around, me and my virus should probably stay away. Sucks for me, but it's probably for the best. In any case, the little sweater I made for Matthew will be handed over as an extremely early Christmas gift. I put enough time in to that thing that I wanna make sure he gets some use out of it.

Once I agreed with my mother that I'd sew the buttons on tonight it occurred to me to ask her a question that had been bugging me:
"Mom," I asked, "can you explain something to me? Why is it that just about every baby I see is always burried under like 40 layers of clothes and a blanket by early fall? Are babies like naturally cold or something? because I always see these kids bundled up like they're going to daycare in Siberia."
"I don't really know," she replied, "but I've noticed that too. It's nothing new, either. When you were a baby everyone was wrapping their kids up when the temperature was under 70. I don't understand why. Babies actually run hot since they don't sweat, so one would think they need less clothing."
She continued, "I never did that with you. You didn't get dressed in sweaters until late October and I always made sure you had light clothes for the Spring, Summer, and Fall. I almost never put a blanket in the stroller."

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Let's fast forward to the present, and essentially every day since I've been dressing myself...
I'm now constantly trying to put myself under blankets, sweaters, hats and scarves by September and all I ever hear year round is "Aren't you hot? You can't possibly be cold!?"

Maybe there's something to dressing your baby like Ralphie's Little Brother from A Christmas Story after all...
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