Samson's largesse lasted just long enough for Vicki to get a few good shots of the two of them together. Once again, Jane looks a little nervous to be in such close proximity to her big brother.
Smart kid.
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- 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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- Samson Agonistes
- The house always wins, part II
- The house always wins, part I
- Uncertain smile
- A seat at the table
- A true outside-the-beltway candidate
- Darwin shrugged
- Gratuitous Jane photos
- Pagan babies (more specifically, mine)
- Sam and Jane: The wonder years
- The kid stays in the picture
- Slings, arrows, outrageous fortune cookies
- O Canada?
- St. Francis, the early years?
- One month later
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1 comment:
In the top photo Jane appears to be appealing to a higher authority for help. As the photos progress she seems to be settling down, clearly she got the answer she was looking for... he's your brother and he'll always protect you!
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