Okay, call me a weenee if you want to, but it's cold down here. It is nice, for a change, but it is definitely feeling cold. Perhaps I wouldn't be whining to much if the heat in our building was working. But not even Kirsten wants to get out of bed in the morning. At least we don't have any snow, like most of the family is seeing now in the Carolinas.

I couldn't get Kirsten to wear her coat this morning. So I let her carry it to the car. By the time we got in the car, she was definitely ready to put it on. She saw her breath this morning too. That was cool.