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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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January
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- Stair master
- The last stop before the final frontier
- Samson and Jane, discovered?
- The (mostly) Magic Kingdom
- Underwriting
- Sunshine state
- Outbound
- Choose your own adventure
- Gratuitous Jane photo
- There will be blood
- Adventures in dentistry
- Dept. of Pediatrics
- The little professor
- The day after
- Life with Jane: One year in review
- Samson the Scrivener?
- Little Creatures
- This will give Vicki's parents flashbacks
- Fireman Sam
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1 comment:
With that look, she will be cheating atmonopolt within 5 years
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