mr.(s) blue skies

I've been contemplating about why I haven't blogged much lately.  And what it mainly comes down to is that I don't feel like I can truly convey the crazy amounts of joy that are bouncing off of our walls right now.  And I especially can't do it without sounding super annoying.  Which really makes me not even want to try.

 

Now, don't get me wrong - life isn't perfect.  The boys drive me nuts in different ways every day.  Ollie still won't give me a full night of sleep.  And sometimes Zach and I seriously bug each other.  But still, there are times every day when I feel like my face is going to break off because there are just so many things to smile about.

Like how any time I try to take a picture of me and Oliver there are suddenly two other little boys who want to be in the picture (see below).  Or how Quinn cannot stop himself from kissing/rubbing/smelling/mauling Oliver's head.  And on those occasions when he's not allowed to touch Oliver (if he's sick or if he's been extra mean to Max - can't touch one brother if you've hurt the other one) it's seriously the worst possible thing you could do to him.  Or how easy it is for Max to be funny.  Some people have to really put forth effort to be funny - not Max.  He's a natural (again, see below).

And Oliver.... Dangit, that kid has me wrapped around his fat little finger.  Zach assures me that I've felt this way with each baby, but it feels different this time.  There's an ease that has come with this third baby that just blows my mind.  Oliver joined our family and brought with him nothing but happiness and sunshine (I told you I couldn't do it without sounding annoying).  He is such a joy to have around and at least once a day I find myself saying to him, "Do you know how lucky we are to have you?"  K, I should stop because it's a little embarrassing how cheesy I can get in the descriptions of how I've been feeling...

Here's a good way to put it:  You know postpartum depression/baby blues?  I feel the opposite.  Like big rays of sunshine are shooting out of my ears every time he smiles.
Dangit, I said I was going to stop with the cheesy descriptions....

Anyways, things are really good around here.  Quinn and Max are becoming better and better friends (despite those times every day when they seem to hate each other....).  The sun is starting to shine making the outdoors so much more enticing (and easier to enjoy when you're toting a baby).  I have a new, long awaited, well deserved toy that will need it's own blog post for sure (it makes me cry just thinking about it... what's with me these days???).  And it's the weekend.  Ahhhh, weekend.  I love you.