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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
- People skills
- Science!
- In your Easter bonnet...
- Thomas in the Third World
- The cat(?!) stays in the picture
- Ready for his close-up
- Men at work
- Sweet Janie blue eyes
- Token economy
- Big top Samson, pt II
- The sincerest form of flattery
- Big top Samson
- Lions and tigers and, possibly, bears
- Bad Samson
- Gratuitous Jane pics
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- Spring fever?
- Hippocrates in pull-ups
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