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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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December
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- A Christmas Miracle
- The night before Christmas
- Recap
- Gratuitous Samson pics
- Yikes!
- Cheap sunglasses
- The most wonderful time of the year
- Guess who's discovered YouTube?
- Samson's index
- You can build it (in theory). We can help (alleged...
- Good Santa
- Christmas Card: The Director's Cut
- A Christmas carol (actually several)
- Saturday night lights
- School Days
- Underage
- At the movies
- The Godfather
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