As if it wasn't already plain as day that Matilda DOES NOT LIKE BEING COLD, NO SHE DOESN'T, we just plugged my hair dryer in, turned it on "warm" and directed it toward the nearly naked baby as she lay squalling on her changing table. The effect was immediate. Little legs dropped down to the table, arms splayed, screaming stopped. She stared up at me while Niclas warmed her feet like, WHAT TOOK YOU SO LONG.
Niclas was hoping for a skiing partner. Better luck next time, SUCKA. She's coming with me.
