We're back from a week in NY, so I've got lots to catch up on at work before I can do any posting here, but it was a packed six days: the beach, a parade, a barbecue, a wedding. I hope Samson doesn't expect that kind of excitement every time we go to visit the family. Anyway, it's good to be home, despite the fact that the cool spring we were enjoying is gone and it's now Africa hot here.
Lots of photos and news to report. Stay tuned...
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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.
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- Slick
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- Secret handshake
- Happy Mother's Day!
- Samson Davis, Jr.
- Short-term memory loss
- Caption contest
- From father to son, pt. 2
- Brave, brave Sir Robin
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