Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Sloane at about 6 months

This is Sloane's first time in a Chinese buffet, hopefully it will be her last. Thank you Auntie Helene and Uncle Taylor for the beautiful outfit.

She got down on the cantaloupe. One of her very first fruit tastings.

baby 可以坐著洗澡好可愛囉

She is like a prisoner in her cage. She really hates to be in her crib but there is not much we can do for her.

More Sloane

Sloane doesn't get the bottle very often, but she is quick to grab hold when she gets the chance.
Ever since she learned to stand up the crib is no longer a safe place; she has cracked her head many a time against these wooden slats. Notice the classic Uncle Lane facial expression.
I was trying to teach her "3 Little Speckled Frogs" but I think I lost her.
A cold day in Boulder. Sloane usually rocks some type of hat.

She started crawling at 5 and 1/2 months which means that wev'e had to start baby-proofing our place.

This is the first time Lance fed Sloane with a spoon. She is dining on Gerber's rice cereal. She didn't get too much of this meal into her mouth. But she has gotten better at swallowing stuff.


This is Sloane's first Halloween, we took her with us to the Pearl Street Mall to watch the crazies. She dressed up as a little pink bear. It was pretty cold that night, so Sloane was happy to have her bear costume and Mommy's scarf.

Here is President Bush and friends.
This is Sloane showing her support for Barack Obama. Actually, someone was practically forcing everyone to put on these stickers. She is with Lance's friend Nick.

Happy Halloween everyone. See you next year.

Monday, October 6, 2008

Silver Plume Tea House, Georgetown Aspen Festival, and Railroad Loop

It started snowing in Colorado this weekend so we decided to take advantage of the last couple of days before the cold. We went to Silver Plume which is a tiny town just east of the Eisenhower tunnel/Continental Divide. This place is badness! It is a relatively authentic Rocky Mountain town--minus the silver mining of course. No vendors trying to sell knock off "gold nuggets" or any of the other usual touristy garbage. We ate lunch at the only restaurant in town--the Tea House. We had homemade scones with lemon curd, honey butter, and currant preserves. Also some tomato soup, and homegrown peaches and apples. They are supposedly famous for their pies but we had to bail before we could eat some. Just off I-70, watch close for the signs or you'll miss this little gem.

We then checked out the Aspen Festival that was going on a couple of miles east in Georgetown. There are a few places that make homemade ice cream here so we got Pralines 'n Cream in a chocolate-dipped waffle cone. This was Grace's first time with this flavor and it was a screaming success. She has figured out that foods that are sweet and rich for the simple sake of being sweet and rich can actually be a good thing.

This is Rose Street in Georgetown. A few very well preserved homes that are around a hundred-years-old line this short road. Even though this house had a John McCain sign on its lawn we thought it warranted a picture.
Mountain Man Blues Band--not their real name but catchy, yes?
On to the Georgetown Railroad Loop. This train winds up the canyon back to Silver Plume. It is about a 12 mile trip one way.
It wasn't that cold, but this old Mexican grandma sitting next to Grace kept on telling us that Sloane was cold, she even tried to pull Sloane's hat down onto her ears.
Orange leaves.

The yellowing Aspens scattered amongst the pines were very pretty.
Our train broke down, not really. One of the brakes on the wheels was stuck so it was like driving with the emergency brake on.

This is a refurbished turn-of-the-century bridge. Kind of scary.

Lance's birthday is September 27

Waiting for a table at the California Pizza Kitchen. This is pretty much the closest restaurant to our house and we figured Sloane would do well at a pizza joint. She did.
Lance got one of his favorite meals--the Margherita pizza. Grace ordered Jambalaya, spicy and good. Grace finally picked out something good to eat. Whenever we go out Grace always orders some kind of exotic dish that turns out to be a disaster--not this time. I guess Jambalaya isn't that hard to mess up anyway.

Family picture. Cheaper than hiring someone. Right now Sloane likes to smile at strangers, so we can usually get some decent shots.

Shopping at the Flatiron Crossing mall. Hopefully Sloane won't pick up any of her mommy's bad shopping habits. She's probably too young to know where we were. When she gets older I'll explain to her that malls are bad places.
Grace and Sloane got gussied up in some new head wear for our day out.
Sloane seems to like the sauce. We got some Stewart's Key Lime soda for Lance's birthday and Sloane was interested in the color. We let her play around with the bottle and she probably got a tiny taste of the green goods inside.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008


She's been able to laugh for while, but we've only recently been able to get her to do it on command. Hopefully this is the first of many laughing posts.

Friday, September 19, 2008

Sloane's incessant rash

We recommend Vaseline and Aquaphor. All other baby lotions are pretty much good for nothing, at least for us.

Doctor visits, new toys, and other follies

Sloane was pretty stoked to be in the doctor's office. This was before the doctor showed up, of course. That was when everything changed. We took her in to see about a skin rash that has gotten progressively worse for about two weeks. A few days ago we noticed that she started scratching at her neck and ear. The doctor said that 4-month-olds usually aren't that dextrous with their hands. So she thought that either Sloane was particularly good with her hands or the rash was particularly itchy.
Totally unaware of the impending doom that is about to walk through the door.
Our friend Ann Freeman gave us this elaborate baby contraption. Sloane can't really fit--her feet don't touch the bott0m yet--but she seems to enjoy it nonetheless.

After a long, hard day.
Sloane's swing usually gives us some funny pictures. It makes her scrunch up her face to produce this jowly effect.

Check out Sloane's first boo-boo. You can barely make it out--see the red streak just above her hair line. Sloane's mommy wasn't paying attention and let her fall over, cracking her skull on the side of the laptop. If you think this sounds bad, it happened just one day after the very same mommy let Sloane roll off the bed to floor (our bed isn't on a frame so it's pretty close to floor, but still!!). The picture above this one shows that Sloane got over both incidents pretty quickly.