I'm not exactly sure of the lyrics the people in Who-ville sing, but Sweet Jane bears more than a passing resemblance to Cindy Lou Who, no?
At least in the first picture...
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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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- Ringing out the old
- Christmas morning
- As good as it gets
- Santa's helpers
- A houseful
- Oh Christmas tree
- For further discussion
- Bahoo Foray, Nahoo Toray
- The guys
- Santa (barely) avoids waterboarding
- Advent: The Police State
- Little Miss Sunshine
- All the holiday cheer, none of the tsouris
- More lobbying and fear with Santa
- First snow
- Ahead of the curve
- Verbatim
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