So I am always hot…ALWAYS….without fail. If everyone else in a room is searching frantically for the thermometer and looking for sweaters I am the one peeling off layers and fanning myself with a meeting agenda and refilling my water like I have been trekking through the Sahara. So my voyage into parenting has presented me with a quandary of possible transference. As we all know when your mom was cold you were cold, when your mom was hungry you got fed and when your mom had to go on a family road trip the car pulled over. So, now as I am responsible for another human life and making sure that he is safe and handled with the care he deserves I find myself constantly checking his hands and feet for signs of hypothermia. I honestly do try to keep him warmer that I am comfortable but wake in the night sure that he is smoldering in his footie pjs with no way to escape because he does not yet understand the concept of maneuvering a zipper.