It's not just cold in the city of Montreal. It's also often really cold in the houses, many of which were built before warm insulation was available. Our sweet little duplex is among those cold houses.
So this winter our landlords (close friends) suggested that they should get us an electric space heater to warm up our main living area. They sent me links to two different kinds: one an ugly, gray, plastic monstrosity, and the other a cheesy and silly fake wood stove. I have a serious aversion to big ugly plastic things, and I also had a feeling that the chicks would like the "wood stove," so we went with that one.
And let me tell you, the chicks LOVE this thing. They call it "the fireplace," and the first thing they ask me to do in the morning is turn it on. They play next to it, they read in front of it, and they incorporate its existence into their imaginative play.
While it is a little funny, it's definitely better than a piece of gray plastic, I think. So here's a photo of how you'll often find us before bedtime, having "fireside story":
Ha! I'm laughing as I'm typing this. But we're definitely getting a kick out of the plug-in wood stove.