Extreme Cheapskates Part Two

When it finally got cold enough to turn on the heat, we turned it on low so it would just run when necessary overnight. We realized that we were doing fine with the thermostat set so low, so we just kept it at 62 pretty much all the time. We turn it up to 65 occasionally, but we're usually fine wearing jackets around the house if we get too cold.

It has led to this:

Since I don't handle heat well anyway, I've enjoyed our cool house. I do admit that it does feel good to occasionally visit warm houses and stores.

Christmas Excitement

We've had a very busy week with lots of long nights. That has led the kids to be progressively worse-behaved each day, and especially each night.

When we went to  my mission reunion last night, I was the last to arrive and the first to leave. Brian had to work, so I took the kids by myself, and they were monsters. Both my mission president and the girl I sat by offered to hold Owen so I could eat and help Camille go potty, and each time he ended up back with me within 10 seconds. The only time they were good was when they were eating cookies.

Owen was so tired for his nap that he fell asleep standing up in his crib. Every time he started falling over, he caught himself, all while asleep. I got this bad picture, but unfortunately he woke up from the sound of the camera and wouldn't go back to sleep.

The kids were so wild that by the time of the Christmas party this evening, disaster struck. Brian was working and I had to be there, so I took the kids by myself. Both kids wanted to run around, and I was determined to keep them from running around as that is a big pet peeve of mine at church functions. Camille made it out to the hall once and took off. I couldn't see her by the time I got out there. I frantically looked for her for the next ten minutes. When I was about to ask a bunch of people to help me find her, I saw a sister in the ward carrying her to me. Camille had gotten outside and was alone, crying and cold. The lady fortunately heard her and brought her in. I was glad it was this lady because her kids are rather wild, so she didn't judge.

Camille was brave enough at the party to sing with the primary and to sit on Santa's lap. She told him she was three and told him her name, but wouldn't tell him what she wanted. She did tell me earlier today that she wants Santa to bring her a hot dog stand. Good thing she wasn't courageous enough to tell him that tonight. He told her that he would just pick something nice to give her.

I've also been missing the snow. I do enjoy when the clouds sit on the mountains like this, though.