a sure sign of winter

When I was pregnant with Michael, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Yes, I was ecstatic to be pregnant, and ended up having wonderful pregnancies, but the bonus with Michael was that I was always warm!

Michael seemed to have Henry's warm-blooded gene's from the get-go. I did not have to wear a winter coat that season when I was expecting our first born. I loved it!

Back to reality and bundling up for me.

How do I know that winter is upon us?

I send Michael out to do the BBQing, and see him putting on his slippers (he picked these out himself!), his mitts, his hat, and his sweater! Yikes...must be cold outside! I'm so glad that he is going outside instead of me!

If it was me outside, I would stand shivering by the BBQ trying to absorb some of its' warmth. I think therein that is my problem.

Michael proactively uses the trampoline to keep warm while waiting for the chicken to cook.

Those bears sure can jump high!