Life, as it is wont to do, keeps on ticking along. Abby is about 5 1/2 weeks old and Aric is an adorable threenager (I don’t know who came up with that term but I friggin LOVE it!). I’m still at home and still enjoying it … most days.

I haven’t blogged much because, well, not much has gone on. I thought about writing a day in the life post, but since it’s been too cold to even leave the house to find an indoor activity that would lead to the most boring post ever. Suffice it to say we’re getting along. Being stuck in the house takes a toll on both Aric and I, but we’re managing. And I’m constantly checking the weather forecast. This week is looking positive.

I could blog about how things are going with Abby lately, but again, I fear that would be quite boring. She’s still breastfeeding quite well. She’s had a couple nights in which she’s slept through the night (meaning 6+ hours at a stretch) (which leads to rock-hard, PAINFUL boobs) and she’s still a rather cheerful baby. She’s smiling more and more and looking more like a dolly every day.

I could blog about the frustrating times were having with Aric lately, but I feel like he’s getting to an age where if I complain about him and he reads this blog later in his life, he’ll read those entries and say “Seriously? You hated spending time with me that much?” I mean, I’m sure he won’t be upset when I wrote things like that about his baby-hood, because that’s a universal time of struggle. But the issues we’re having now feel more personal. Like how he’s such an affectionate child that by the end of the week I’m all SERIOUSLY STOP TOUCHING ME. Or how whenever we say no or suggest something other than what he wants it becomes A Big Fricking Deal and epic tantrums occur. But I just do my best to roll with it, knowing someday I’ll have to beg for kisses and even hugs will eventually stop. And I remember that he’s just learning how to control his emotions that are coming hard and fast and he just doesn’t know how to properly process disappointment.

I could blog about the apparent lack of postpartum depression at this point, but I don’t want to jinx anything. I could blog about the fact that I feel like I’m rocking at this Stay at Home Mom thing and how I want to figure out some way to make it last forever (or at least until grad school is done). But again, what would I write about? The fact that I do laundry? Manage to mostly keep Aric entertained and Abby, well, fed? The fact that at least once a week Aric and I bake things? (Seriously, last week we made chocolate cake AND frosting FROM SCRATCH!!)

I just don’t have anything exciting going on to write about, quite honestly, and I’m OK with that. We’re just going through our days, trying to make it in one piece. Maybe once the weather warms up we’ll have more exciting things to talk about. It’s just that right now, things are calm. Things are consistent.

And I’m happy with that.