I see pictures of beautiful winter wonderlands on some of your blogs, and sometimes I feel a little wishful. Then I come to my senses, remembering that I have the wimpiest thermostat ever. In the summer, I prefer my house to be at 78.5 degrees(78 is too cold, 79 too hot). In the winter, I'm good if my house is 73 or so. The other day we were playing outside and it actually felt downright chilly. Could this be winter? When I checked the thermostat, it read a whopping 52 degrees, in the shade. Well, I decided we could at least bundle up and pretend that it was winter, with beanies for all to enjoy.
me and my beanie babies
me and beanie baby #3
And yes, that is my snowboarding jacket I'm wearing. Perhaps I'm a little more wishful than I had thought. John has a little snow trip in the works, and perhaps that will be just what I need.