Its getting cooler here in New England, and we live in an oil heated drafty old duplex. This means that soon we'll begin the old game of 'how cold does it have to be before we can turn the heat on? PRETTY DAMN COLD!' as taught to us by our Mainer and Minnesotan fathers. I'm concerned about Nate, because I can't get a read on what temperatures he finds most comfortable. I like a nice cold room to sleep in, but Chris can lay there comfortably in flopsweat July humidity without much trouble (while I contemplate checking into a hotel). Nate has no tolerance for any sort of blanket, and
they say one shouldnt use blankets in the crib until baby's first first birthday anyway. A few times Ive plucked him out of bed after he's kicked off his blanket and his legs have been icy cold, so I figured it was time to get a few blanket sleepers for him to wear this Fall. Hopefully this will keep him warm enough without us needing to touch the thermostat until the cat's water dish ices over.
There's just something so heartbreakingly adorable about a fitted blanket sleeper. This one in the picture is green and Nate looks like a bean toddling around in it. I hope he likes wearing them since theyre toasty warm, but I can still remember how much I hated them, especially the 'feet'. To this day I can barely stand wearing socks and shoes and I think its due in large part to footed pajamas and correctional shoes I was forced to wear. Correctional shoes? Is that what therye called? Whatever shoes they forced pigeon toed girls to wear back in the seventies...turned me off shoes for the rest of my life, no doubt.
I wish Chris would get a blanket sleeper. He keeps threatening to get a red union suit but never follows through. Maybe this will be the year!
