The patience of Job in our house is actually the patience of Jane...
But even Sweet Jane has her limits.
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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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- Tempis fugit
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- In your Easter bonnet...
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- Token economy
- Big top Samson, pt II
- The sincerest form of flattery
- Big top Samson
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2 comments:
ed that great medical firm of DR.s Howard,Fine and Howard
the real blog should have said Seems like Sam joined that great medical firm of Dr.'s Howard, Fine and Howard.
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