This is Samson and his buddy, Ryan. More pictures to follow...
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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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- Going up the country
- Just-woke-up blues
- Inside voice
- Rock star
- Ode to joy
- Mama's (much less witty) banter
- From the people who brought you candy cigarettes
- In the summertime, when the weather is fine(?)
- Ne plus ultra
- Everybody loves a fireman
- Marginalia
- One week later
- The importance of being Thomas
- Oh, Susanna. Oh the humanity.
- Sloth
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