So it has been just over 3 months since my last post.
In my defense, I did have a baby.
Life sure slows down when you have a baby. Or does it speed up? What's that saying..." The days are long but the years are short."
When you have baby number 3, you're officially outnumbered. You forget how it takes an hour longer to get out of the house. You forget about the body aches and how heavy your legs, arms and eyelids feel from fragmented sleep. You forget how showers are once again a luxury. You forget how forming a coherent sentence is amazing. You forget how you forget everything. You forget the feelings of guilt because someone or something is always neglected. And it's because of this little squish. He needs you. All of you. All the time. Every minute. Every hour. Every day.
When you have baby number 3, you're officially outnumbered. You forget how it takes an hour longer to get out of the house. You forget about the body aches and how heavy your legs, arms and eyelids feel from fragmented sleep. You forget how showers are once again a luxury. You forget how forming a coherent sentence is amazing. You forget how you forget everything. You forget the feelings of guilt because someone or something is always neglected. And it's because of this little squish. He needs you. All of you. All the time. Every minute. Every hour. Every day.
But you also remember the cuddles. The sweet gummy smiles. The marshmallow thighs. The spontaneous giggles. You remember the deep sense of pride because you and your spouse created this perfect little person who has your husbands strong chin and your almond shaped eyes.
And then you try to remember what matters most by ignoring the dishes and laundry at times. You try to remember to snatch your "free time" and give it to your son or daughter who needed a hug, a book read to them, or just a smile - even though you're a little unstable yourself. Yep, when you have a 3rd child you try to remember how very special and fleeting these moments are.
Because they don't last forever. You blink and your newborn is a 1-year-old. Then an emotional 3-year-old. Then a quirky, independent 7-year old.
A line from a favorite song sums it up quite nicely: "Time flies on wings of lightning."
So that, in a nutshell has been the last 3 months in the Sibert house.
But wait, there's more!
On February 15 we had Zack's baby blessing.
It was a beautiful day shared with friends and family.
(I had a ton more pictures but alas I can't find them. How ridiculous is that when everything is online or digitized or whatever. Mom brain.)
(I had a ton more pictures but alas I can't find them. How ridiculous is that when everything is online or digitized or whatever. Mom brain.)
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The Tobester turned 7 on March 8th!
And guess what? I actually did a friends party this year! Hey, it was no Pinterest party where all the cups and plates were handbrushed and color-coordinating.
But I feel like I did a pretty good job making it special and fun for the kids - and especially for the T-man.
And there was a theme: Avengers!
Thanks to Wal-mart, Partyland, and Toby's toys, I had some nice decorations.
And there was a bouncy house.
Could not find an Avengers piñata anywhere. But luckily I think the kids were more worried about what was inside.
OK, not everything was store bought. I did make something.
Captain America cookies! Go me.
All in all, I think it was a success. And surprisingly not as stressful as I thought it would be. I kind of just planned it a little day by day and things just kind of came together the day of.
And we definitely took advantage of the fact that we had the bouncy house for the weekend.
Oh Toby-man. I'm so grateful for your big feelings, your desire to help others, your endless supply of energy (well, most of the time) and for making me laugh every single day. So glad you are mine.
St. Patrick's day was just slightly acknowledged with a gold coin hunt.
Just thought I'd throw in this brownie face picture of Aspen. :)
And here are some more of the Z-man...
He really is an easy-going baby. Likes to snuggle, loves to eat. Smiles a lot. Doesn't sleep great... yet.
His faces kill me.
Aspen adores Zack and always wants to know where he is in the house. She's been a good big sister.
I couldn't survive without this guy. He picks up my slack, gives me naps and lets me know when I need one (which feels like all of the time). So grateful for all that he does for our little family.
That's all for now. I'm feeling optimistic that I will get Aspen's birthday blogged before summer begins. :)
