It really feels like we've moved to Alaska or are living in a snow globe this week.
We have had more than 34" of snow already when the average winter around here is about 50". We're ahead of last year's snowfall by about 8" at this point, and last year was a record-busting year with 101" of snow. The Farmer's Almanac is predicting 130" of snow for this year. We're due another 9" before Christmas, too.
Add to this, we've had below zero temps (Farenheit) for many days now. This morning when I woke at 6:30 am it was -9.7F. By 7am it was -5.4F. That's not windchill, either. Straight up temperatures!
Our entire winter philosophy has changed along with the weather, too. We used to keep the thermostat at 72F, which kept the room temps in our drafty old house at about 65F. So really, not that warm, but comfortable. After seeing our heating bill double since last year, we dumped the thermostat down to 63F this weekend. The room temp was then 58F. Brrrr...
A napped in a stocking cap, turtle-neck, fleece hoodie, sweatpants, socks, and slippers under two blankets. She seemed cozy enough but sure looked bundled up.
We ended up turning the thermostat up to 65F last night as 63F was just a little too cold in A's room. That seemed to make a good difference for the daytime hours and we let it drop to 63F again at night. A's little legs and feet were toasty this morning when I went to get her up, so I think she survived okay.
We will have to get a second space heater for upstairs when the new baby arrives, though, as I don't want that little one turning into a popsicle at night. Well, okay, I also can't imagine sitting up in bed in the middle of the night to nurse when the room is in the lower 50s. That would be insane, I think.