You know it is cold in your house when...

I'm wrapped in a blanket editing photos...
Sylvia has come to love her footy pajamas...
Gracie is wearing her sweater...
I wish I could edit photos with my hands tucked in my sleeves...
Dry skin is super prevalent on all the hands around here...
Walking on the tile barefoot is like walking on ice cubes (I need slippers)...
We would rather be outside at the park on a 63* day...
D has broke out his flannel pants...
Both boys don't want haircuts...
I can open a window or a door to warm up...

I know it is only December 1st...
But I think it is time to turn the heat on!
Yes, tonight... Tonight we will turn that thermostat up!

We aren't trying to have a freeze out down here, but when it goes from 65 to about 25 degrees in a little over 12 hours... and with houses geared towards those dreadful summer months of heat... All I can say is Brrrrrr!
I'm usually the one that is always warm; I'm the heater of the house. 3 years in the desert will change that I guess.