And then there was nothing.

Nothing to say.  At least nothing you haven't heard from me a hundred times before.  How many times can a person write about teething and toddler sleep habits and how much I love coffee?  Apparently I can write about it a lot.  But I'm tired.  Tired of having nothing to say.

With an active child in the house my days are baby-centric.  We play, eat, read, repeat.  I don't have anything else going on in my life right now.  Trust me, the play, eat, read thing is time consuming enough.

So how does one keep a blog going when there's little else to write about?  I've asked myself that every one of the 50 times I've sat down to post in the last week and a half.  What do I have to say?

I've been coming up empty.

So, for now, it will probably remain quiet while I try to balance work and Everlee and coping with this damnable winter.

I don't plan on it being permanent.  Hopefully, if Everlee becomes a little more independent, I can have a little time for myself and maybe have something to say that isn't a recycled version of something I've already written.

Until then.