Three Weeks Old!

Wow, three weeks old??!! That's almost six months old!! (Haha.) Seriously, where did the itty bitty newborn go? Weston looks a lot more like a baby now than a bright red, wrinkly little newborn. Fortunately he's a good eater, so he's starting to get some chunk on those skinny little extremities.

Tim and I have discovered that we really like to go out to eat with the Tadpole, since the jiggling and vibrations of the car ride always put him to sleep so easily, and then the noise of the restaurant keeps him asleep. Last night we went to this place called Souplantation (aka Sweet Tomatoes), which is aaahhh-some. It's part cafeteria, part buffet, but it's all about the huge salad bar, soup bar, and bread/muffin bar. So, they have lots of healthy options like fresh vegetables, fruits, and whole-grain bread, and also (of course) lots of delectable unhealthy options like potato salad, corn chowder, and chocolate brownie muffins, hahaha. Yum. So, it was delish (they have the BEST broccoli salad and corn muffins), and it gave me and the Hub some much-needed talky time. :-) We haven't ventured out to many other places besides restaurants and the doctor's office with the little guy (oh, and short walks around the neighborhood), but we're perhaps thinking about maybe starting to consider contemplating going to church on Sunday (since it is Easter Sunday, after all). We'll see how Saturday night goes, though, heh heh.

Anyway, here are some photos from Weston's third week on the planet. This is me, going out on the town mom-style! (In other words, walking the neighborhood, or walking to the Rite-Aid that's 15 minutes away so that I can make some irrelevant purchase.)
Weston's first bathtub bathtime!! He seems to cry in the beginning, then whine a little, then get used to it, and then cry again:
Here's the "getting used to it" stage:
And the adorable, crazy-eyed conclusion to bathtime:
Music hour with Daddy (more like music three-minutes):
This is a scene that one witnesses all too often in our apartment -- Mommy or Daddy dozing completely upright while holding the Tadpole (well, while half-heartedly holding him, given the drastic angle of his head, hahaha):

Autobots, Transform and Roll Out!! (Is it any shocker that Tim took this photo?)
What a face!! (My friend Laura made this little T-shirt for Weston, since he was born in the Year of the Rat. If you can't tell, it's a little rat on the front. So cute!)
Super-happy cutie-patootie cuddle time:
Hahaha... and this is Sad Weston, when he turns bright red and his little head veins bulge out and he screeches like a banshee (is it wrong that I took a picture of this?):