It is most definitely fall.
I live in Ohio, which means at this time of year it is jacket weather in the mornings and evenings, you sweat your balls off in the afternoon, and at night it is most definitely cuddle weather. (Shit, I need to shower more often.)
Because of this sudden temperature plunge at night, I thought it was a perfect time to have B learn to sleep with a blanket. Not that he would keep it covering him considering he practices his Cirque de soleil tricks all night, but I figured he could at least snuggle up with it.
Night #1 = TOTAL BLANKET BUST
I woke up somewhere around 1am to a subtle moaning sound. It sounded like, "Mmmmmmmmmhhhh, Mmmmmmmmhhh." You know, one of those sounds.
I quickly clicked on the video portion of the monitor and to my horror slash entertainment, B was sitting, rocking back and forth, with the whole blanket completely covering his body.
Wait was it a ghost? It was hard to tell in my sleepy stooper. Of course I ran right in, unveiled my little guy, and helped him lay back down, and REMOVED the blanket.
I guess I'm back to dressing my kid for the Alps before bed.