Until recently, a friend of mine’s 4-year-old son pronounced Barack Obama’s name as “Gobama”. My own four-year-old son calls him “Rock Obama” or “Rocco Bama” – and I prefer the latter, because I picture the Senator with beefy arms, serving pizza: “Y’want pepper with that?” But a Facebook ad just asked me “Are You Rack’n [...]

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This photo was taken a couple weeks ago. I was practicing guitar when Owen grabbed his own ax and crawled on the arm of the chair to jam along with me. We rocked. I’m starting to upload stuff to my Flickr account. If you added me as a contact sometime in the last couple years [...]

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I took Owen to the dinosaur exhibit at the Oregon Museum of Science and Industry. Here he eyes the animatronic velociraptors warily. Then he turned around and saw the T-Rex-like monster behind him, a realistic enough beast that even I was taken aback. We had a good day. IHOP for breakfast, dinosaurs, a trip to [...]

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Stuck at home with a sick Owen (don’t worry, he’ll be fine), who is resting by absorbing all the Disney Channel his Benadryl-ized brain can handle, I caught a music video for a song by Miley Cyrus. From the standpoint of anyone under 12, it actually rocked. At 12 I would probably have dissed it [...]

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Caught on my cell phone this morning as we were leaving for day care. Alas, I couldn’t get the full effect of him wearing the red bowl and using a wooden spoon as a cane like a little Charlie Chaplin. Glad I have such a visual memory.

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