3-weeks!

aka Young Peck, aka Skeletor, aka Tubby burst forth 3-weeks ago today and he's already done so much:

He's got a real name now, as well as a Tibetan name given to him on his blessing at the Sakya Monastery. He's been to the Pike Place Market, to Tacoma, to his first bike race (as a spectator only), to name just a few, but most importantly/amazingly he's made it three-weeks with us, fledgling parents who he's been training so well.

He definitely gets his way with us as he's found that pitch of cry that so gets to both Annie and I, its heart wrenching. Of course, life isn't always so easy for a little guy either. You can tell he's still pretty frustrated that he can't hold his head up for too long although its both funny and cute when he's head gets to bobbing around until finally it collapses on your shoulder. No pain no gain, little buddy, keep it up. And sitting around in a poopy diaper is not his thing although he'll let it slide if it means he can take an extra pull of milk from mommy.

And he's no longer a little skeletor like he was in those first days as he's fattened right up from 5-9 lbs to probably 7-8 by now. But he's still little Kian, to us.