Nothing says "I'm a toddler" like a pair of pajamas.
I think these actually glow in the dark as well. They were a birthday gift from Sam's grandpa (the dada of dada), whose birthday happens to be today. Happy birthday, Dad/Grandpa!
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Happy Birthday Mr. Shields! We hope all your dreams come true this year. 70-some years ago, the world got just a little bit bigger - and a whole lot brighter. "May you alway walk in sunshine. May you never want for more. May Irish angels rest their wings right beside your door."
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.
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Happy Birthday Mr. Shields! We hope all your dreams come true this year. 70-some years ago, the world got just a little bit bigger - and a whole lot brighter. "May you alway walk in sunshine. May you never want for more. May Irish angels rest their wings right beside your door."
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