In Las Vegas, it is hot. (DUH!) And I have a baby who desires for swaddling as part of his sleepy-time habits.
We run our A/C between 75-78 degrees.
I find flannel blankets work best to keep Oliver tied up tight.
Oliver get swaddled and then he gets hot.
A/C is running.
He's still hot.
Then Morgan has a genius idea!
I retrieved an ice pack, wrapped it in a receiving blanket and flopped it on top of my hot/tired/fussy baby.
And my hot/tired/fussy baby went to sleep.
So, now it's just the norm. Oliver gets his personal a/c whenever it's too warm for swaddling.
Imagine my surprise at my FAMILY'S surprise when I repeated the process whilst visiting.
They think it is weird.
I think I do whatever it takes! And it takes ICE PACKS.
In other strange news, when Derek returned home from work this evening, Henry walked right up to him and declared, "Daddy, I had a hard time at the pool today!"
Which is true. But it was just very cute to hear him explain that he didn't want to share at the pool, hence the "hard time."
Spencer is becoming a verbal little stinker with opinions to boot. It's funny and frustrating. Today, he could not understand why I wouldn't give him a full water bottle with no lid (that he would promptly spill if I had given in, I promise). "MY BOTTLE! MY WATER!" got him no where. My refusal only amplified his demands. Poor dear.
And currently there are several strange, and rather large men lurking around outside my house.
How many days until I move???
Derek and I are working on eliminating soda from our diet. I'll be straight up honest with you. It's not going well. I mean, we've gone from buying it in the cans to just full on getting it from the fountain. How is that a step in the right direction? I'm really not sure. I'll keep you posted.