Charlie prepares



Charlie prepares, originally uploaded by Advodude.

For the flight home.

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Charlie's first flight



Charlie's first flight, originally uploaded by Advodude.

He didn't freak out at all. the only time he cried was when we boarded, which is when I like to openly weep anyways.

Good times

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The view from my desk



The view from my desk, originally uploaded by Advodude.

A little post convention recovery.
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Abortions for some, tiny American flags for others

And always twirling, twirling, twirling

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I'm sooooo cooool



I'm sooooo cooool, originally uploaded by Advodude.

So my mom is all connected to the democratic party, so she got some fancy community credentials. I was laughing at all my friends who were up on the 5th level while I got these sweet lower level seats. And then we got to our actual seats. Good times. Whose laughing now?
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Charlie prepares for the speech



Charlie prepares for the speech, originally uploaded by Advodude.

Charlie is very excited to watch his first presidential acceptance speech. I'll be posting photos of the security line shortly.

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My life on the D list



My life on the D list, originally uploaded by Advodude.

Waiting in the longest security line EVER

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The Democratic Convention Podium

Have you seen the design of the Dem Convention Podium? It's like someone from MTV circa 1993 puked on some tropical skittles, served them to Michael Bay, and he pooped it all out.

The Democratic Conventio Podium, originally uploaded by Advodude.

It's clearly stressing Charlie out.

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The View From My Desk



The View From My Desk, originally uploaded by Advodude.

It's the little things, ya know?

I am Jack's gag reflex

Jack Alpert

Our friends Arnie, Beth, and their 6 month old Jack, have been in town staying with us for a few days, while on vacation from their fancy life in London, England. Jack is a factory of adorableness. Arnie, whom I've known since birth, has been swapping war stories with me in the world of child rearing and fatherhood. For every pee and poo story he had, I had one to top him.

Until yesterday.

Jack is a very bouncy kid. Giggles and laughs incessantly. Holding onto him is like trying to hold on to a water weenie, one of those slippery water toys you can't get ahold of anymore. He's constantly moving around. Arnie likes to play airplane with Jack, lifting him up over his head and swinging him around. After a particularly large meal, Arnie had the bright idea of playing Airplane with Jack. Jack, being a baby who was full, decided he needed to spit up. So he barfed, on Arnie. Which in and of itself, isn't a big deal.

Except, they were playing airplane and Jack was directly over Arnie's head.

Which resulted in Jack barfing directly into Arnie's mouth.

You win the story contest, Arnie, you win.

And yet, you also lose.

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