Have you ever met one of those crazed Must Cover the Baby people? You know, the ones that dress their newborns in five layers of clothing, then stuff them into a snowsuit, wrap them in blankets, and shove them in a car seat with one of those Nifty Covers? They are the same people that lose sleep trying to make sure that the kid stays swaddled 24/7 then fuss every time the temperature drops below 50 degrees, constantly worrying that the kid is not warm enough.

I am not one of those people. Alexis just has never been the kind of kid that wanted to be covered. She fought swaddling tooth and nail which was fine by me. So what if she wanted her arms out? When Alexis was born in late January 2006, we didn't even have a winter coat for her. She went home from the hospital in a sweater, and the lack of a coat issue wasn't resolved until the next winter. I just didn't see the point in buying a winter coat for a month or two. I figured the nifty cover for the car seat was sufficient, and the fact that Alexis was always a sweaty ball of hot fury just reinforced for me that I didn't need to bother with several layers. To this day the kid sleeps in sleeveless night gowns that tend to flutter up around her waist and positively refuses to keep covers on herself. I figure if she's cold, she'll seek out a blanket. Not worth my stress.

So, you see, I am not responsible for this:

No, it is not me who is the Heat-Conscious Helicopter Mom. That dubious honor would belong to none other than the stalker formerly known as Alexis. She is CONSTANTLY monitoring Cody to make sure he is adequately covered. If he so much as twitches, Alexis rushes over to adjust his blanket. The poor little guy doesn't seem to mind the never-ending doting. It's a good thing, too, because Alexis isn't willing to listen to the voice of reason. You know, the voice that keeps telling her he has a fur coat and REALLY doesn't need a blanket. Or, for that matter, a pillow. I'm also pretty sure he doesn't need tucked in with his stuffed dog.

I think it's safe to say that Alexis will not have to admit to turning into her own mother. Not yet, anyway.