Our little furnace

When I go to bed, I try to dress appropriately to what the weather is: cold and I'll wear flannel and/or long johns; hot and I'll wear loose shorts and/or a tank top. If I got too hot, I would use a lighter blanket or no blanket at all, maybe open a window. If I got too cold, I'd grab a second blanket.

Amy, however, is always running "hot." You would think that would mean she would wear lighter pajamas or sleep on top of the sheets. Not Amy. She likes to cuddle up under the blankets no matter what the temperature is. Her solution to "running hot" is to blast the air conditioner. Even in the winter, she likes to run the AC and snuggle under the covers.

It makes little sense to me. If it is hot, open a window. If it is cold, grab a blanket.

Apparently the "running hot" is not a phenomenon singularly bestowed upon my wife.

Last night, Reese woke up in the middle of the night and walked into our room. Usually either Amy or I would take her back to her room to rock her back to sleep. But we were both knocked out and I just lifted her onto our bed. When she is in our bed, it is like a shot of espresso to her - she immediately perks up and wants to jump all over the bed and play. But last night, she amazingly fell asleep. This was the first time she slept in our bed since she was an infant.

I am not a fan of Reese sleeping in our bed. First, our bed is really high off the ground (probably 4 feet), and I don't want her to fall off and hurt herself. Second, I am scared I may roll over on top of her and squish her. It's a silly fear when I sit down and think about it. I am a pretty light sleeper and I'm pretty sure I'd wake up if I rolled over on to my cell phone, let alone my daughter, but it is a fear I have nonetheless. And lastly, I just do not want to set a precedent for the future for her to barge into our room and sleep in our bed. Besides the whole privacy aspect, she needs to sleep in her own room. My parents never let me sleep in their bed. If I was scared or wanted to, they let me sleep on their floor. Never in their bed, though.

But Reese did indeed fall asleep in our bed. And I fell asleep, too. But Amy and I noticed something that we did not know before. Reese runs hot. Probably even hotter than Amy. She was a little furnace. Her skin felt like she had spent 10 hours jumping rope in an attic in Phoenix. I thought about putting suntan lotion on her. She was hot.

But, unlike her mother, Reese preferred to sleep on top of the covers.