Some shots from Sam's Aunt Mo's house in Connecticut.
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- 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.
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- Death of the cool
- More gratuitous Samson pics
- Where the middle "C" is silent
- On the bus
- Early snow
- Truckin'
- What would Michael Landon do?
- Side effects may include...
- Up all night
- Saturday in the park with Sam
- Coffee shops vs toddlers
- Science!
- The song (unfortunately) remains the same
- Advice from the homefront
- Lexicon
- Guys night out
- Halloween recap
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