Since we've been home...

But first let's compare and contrast.
Bennett:

Dawson:

Channing:

So far Channing is reminding me so much of Bennett, even down to the little sighs he makes while he's eating. Channing has the most hair at birth by far, which I love! I always wanted a fluffy-haired baby :) And unlike his brothers, doesn't really have the Colyer Cowlick. His hair line swoops to one side but doesn't go straight up in one spot like B&D's (which I'm also thrilled about. Cowlick's are hard to tame!)

Leaving the hospital (we didn't forget to put his foot in. They had to check his ankle bracelet before we left :) :

Even though you can't see it very well, Bennett made a "Welcome Home Channing" sign with Nana while we were gone :)

I love how newborns will sleep anywhere, as long as they're snug. And honestly, I have a feeling there will be a lot more photos of this babe thanks to the Smartphone. I wouldn't have been able to grab my camera but my phone is usually within reach! (those are my legs if you can't tell. I thought it was obvious but just in case...):

He's a good eater and sleeper but very laid back, just like Bennett was. He takes his time to latch on and then will suck, suck, suck. Pause. Breathe. Suck, suck, suck. Breathe. Contemplate life. Suck, suck, suck. Where was I again? Oh yeah. Suck, suck, suck.

We're getting on a pretty good schedule and the last two nights he's done a 5 hour stretch between feedings already. When my milk supply slows down, I'll actually be able to sleep that whole time!

Jon has been home most of the time so far. He's been going to work for a couple of hours in the middle of the day but doing the dropoff/pickup for preschool. He asked me last night how I'll do when he's back at work full time and I said, "don't talk about that yet. Its way to scary". And then I immediately felt all depressed for a couple hours (until we got to watch the Bachelor together ;) So yeah, I'm very nervous about taking care of all 3 by myself--feeding Channing every 3 hours, dealing with Dawson's tantrums and cupboard raids, and making sure Bennett gets to school on time. But as I've been reminded, I'm learning the art of taking one day at a time. Because that's all my brain can wrap around at this point. And I'm focusing on the verse (wherever it's found) on not worrying about tomorrow, because worrying about it does no good for my current state of mind! I'm so blessed by my husband right now, who's completely taking care of me, making me breakfast and constantly bringing me water and asking me what I need. He is making all of this so much easier.

A certain reflex is letting me know it's feeding time...gotta go before I burst ;)