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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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- Tiny dancer
- Best party game ever
- Block party
- Outtakes
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- Rebel, rebel
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- Hand signals
- Gratuitous Sam pics
- Magritte: The Early Years?
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- Fireman Sam
- Polonius at the dinner table
- Calamity Jane
- Gratuitous Jane pics
- Three feet high and rising
- Forward motion
- Scene from a rest stop
- A day at the beach
- Tenderness
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