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About Me
- dada
- Call me dada. This has, in the few months since my son started "talking," become my name. I'm sure (at least I hope) it will eventually morph into something less early 20th century art movementy --- but I am marked forever as dada. And this is a good thing. I have no real advice to offer, other than always carry Cheerios and extra onesies, and I don't really have a lot of 'wacky' adventures to regale you with. Truth be told, this is as much for me as it is for you. So, uh, thanks for stopping by. I hope it's at least an interesting time-killer. And if not, consider this an ironic exercise in skewering the bourgeouis notions of 21st century American parenthood by deconstructing the materialist ethos that has turned childhood into a demographic and rendered adults simultaneous enablers and slaves. Or something.
Blog Archive
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September
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- All apologies
- Paging Corey Hart
- The Great Pumpkin (gratuitous Sam pics)
- Clap your hands say yeah
- Confessional
- Third person singular
- First word, revisited
- First word
- A boy and his wagon
- The Age of Discovery
- Let them eat cake
- Recap
- Happy birthday
- 364
- Every day is not like Sunday
- Base camp
- Blonde Buddha
- Sam vs the bully
- Fear and loathing in the kitchen
- Silence of the Sams(on)
- Self-reliance
- Jailbreak?
- Thoreau in pampers
- How I spent my summer vacation
- Math
- The people in our neighborhood
- After the storm
- Me versus the sippy cup
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