Instead of writing a novel about our lives, I'll provide a summary:
Thanksgiving: delicious! Sloane is cute!
Christmas: yule log! Sloane is sooooo cute! What's a yule log? It sounds nasty. Never mind. Sloane is cute!!!
New Year's: zzzzzzzzzz
Martin Luther King Jr.: Day off from work! Sloane remains cute!!!
Since I've updated the blog a stampede during Bon Om Thook (Khmer Water Festival) celebrations in Phnom Penh, Cambodia, killed 347. I'm 90% sure the two are unrelated. We also lost Leslie Nielsen, who gave us such quotes as:
"Just think; next time I shoot someone, I could be arrested."
Man, I'm really bumming myself out here.
Anyway, we've since moved out of our tiny Smurf house in Cherokee (actually, if I lived in a mushroom I probably wouldn't leave) and moved in with grandma and grandpa Weishaar – or Nana and Papa as we've collectively determined to be their names until we decide to try something else – my vote is for Gangy and Pop-Pop (Arrested Development reference FTW!). I'm supposed to specify that FTW means For The Win! So there you go, squares.
I'm enjoying my job at Intger. It's keeping me incredibly busy. I don't have a problem with that until it interferes with my Sloane time. Then I put on my Mustache of Rage. I'd love to tell you what I'm working on but it's far too secretive. Let's just say that that everything you buy from here on out will be because of my clever marketing tactics. You won't be able to help yourself. Quick! Go to your cupboards! All that in there? I made you buy it. I'm supremely powerful. Unfortunately I live with someone who is much more powerful, whom will not let me purchase and install a throne: Gangy (trying it out! It's catching on!).
Sloane is now "eating" solid foods, though that's a very loose term considering there's little solid about blended sweet potatoes. I'm quite an expert at feeding her chin, neck, bib and floor. Sometimes she accidentally swallows. When Jess gets done feeding her it's like she never even ate. After I'm through with her she looks like a lion seconds after devouring a gazelle.
Finally, in a case of self-promotion, I'll also say that you can read more about Sloane, our lives and general nonsense by visiting the Marshalltown Times-Republican newspaper. You can read a page from my Daddy Diary here.
And now....
The PHOTOS!
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| Last weekend in Cherokee. |
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| You lookin' at me? |
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| Four generations of Van De Walles (#3 is clearly the best. Who's with me?!) |
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| Four more generations of awesomeness! |
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| Five-month photo. She advertises for Grandmas everywhere. |
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| Sloane enjoying her socks, oblivious to the fact that we're taking a picture here. Grounded. |
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| Enjoying her jumper (too small for it but we make it work). |
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| Green Beans!!! I EAT YOU!!!! |
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| Gooooooo Hawks! |
