Barnabas Monkeypants

Kristen is a furnace.

During the winter (and summer), her body emanates about 4 kilocalories (or 16,736 joules for you who use the International System of Units) of heat per second. Frankly, I blame her personally for much of global warming and the melting of the polar ice caps. When snuggling in bed, I can only lie next to her for about a minute or two before I have to roll over to my side of the bed and whip my covers off to cool myself down.

It seems, unfortunately, that while Henry obviously has my good looks and keen sense of style, he has his mother’s excessive heat production. Already, when I’m holding him or letting him fall asleep on my lap, it quickly becomes a issue of how long can he stay in that position without me sweating myself into a coma.

The problem is, there is nothing better than holding him or letting him sleep on my lap. It’s an amazing thing to be able to be that close to him and kiss the top of his head or smell his baby breath or have him get a good grip on my finger. (I admit, there is some weepiness.)

So, ultimately, I’m going to have to do one of two things: place him in the freezer for 15 mintues before I hold him (which probably isn’t the best idea) or just deal with it.

I think I’m willing to play with the pain.

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