If You Give a Man a Password...

...he'll get all blog junkie on you. Thanks for supporting his new habit with all your wonderful comments and kind wishes. Now he knows how fun it is being Code Yellow.

I'm home again, and we're doing fine...

Aside from Charlie's remarkable weight, he has beautiful dark eyes and velvet thighs, and really seems to have a very pleasant disposition.

Calvin is completely smitten, but we're having to temper some "I like Charlie better than Henry" attitude. It will probably pass, but Henry's feeling it and since he worships Calvin's every breath, that's where the sibling challenge comes in. Both of them are very tender and gentle with the baby (so far).

Apparently the boys were beside themselves without me. That's kind of a nice feeling, although the unprecedented drama can be overwhelming. (Calvin wailed at the hospital, "It's just not the same without you!!!!!!" and Henry burst into tears just upon hearing my voice on the phone today before I came home.)

I'm so happy that David will be home for a few weeks - we've never had that option before, because the births of the other two both happened right before or right after David started a new job, so he couldn't take much leave at all. He is a tremendous help and it feels good to be close and to work on adjusting to the addition together.

Meanwhile, I'll be catching up on laundry, trying to get into a little groove with the new baby, and working out some sleep whenever I can. In general, I feel pretty good, although I have to say that a cough and an episiotomy don't really compliment one another.

And I will be eternally perplexed as to why I can birth ten pounds in child, another however many pounds/ounces in fluid, placenta, etc., and still only weigh four pounds lighter the next day. Although it's becoming increasingly clear that it just might be to do with breasts.

The postpartum fun begins. You all may be wishing for the bloggity husband to come back again soon...