Monthly Archives: October 2010

Wardrobe malfunction

Noah and I have been anxiously counting down to last night. We sat together (nearly two months ago) and chose Halloween costumes from an online store. He chose Spiderman for himself and Superman for me. I couldn't have picked anything better. The package arrived a few days later and we've been peeking inside ever since, giddy with excitement for what was to come. We fantasized about the massive stockpile of candy Noah would accumulate trick-or-treating. We got lost in many daydreams together of the father and son superhero duo we would become. We shared excitement over the friends and cousins that would be coming to celebrate with us. It was going to be, for lack of a better word, spectacular.The big day was finally here.Noah spent the afternoon bouncing from wall to wall in anticipation. Nap time arrived and I pre-lived the moments we would be sharing as incentive for him to go to sleep quickly. He laid quietly for some time, unable to force...

The many awesomnesses of Halloween

Halloween. It's a peculiar day at best. Probably the funniest, weirdest, craziest, most exciting days of the year here in America. I'll be honest. I love Halloween.It's a day where everything normal and sane is thrown out the window. It's a day we can pretend our children are giant crayons.It's a day we can dress ourselves and our kids up as the evil things that on the other 364 days of the year we denounce as dark or wrong. But, on Halloween it's just plain old awesome and cute.It's the one day every year where we teach our kids that it's okay to take candy from strangers.It's the only day of the year that we don't care if other people call us a nerd.Or even a cow.It's the one day of the year we can put our baby inside of a giant squash and feel okay about it.It's a day where we can go for totally bizarre. We can...

Lessons from MY dad

I won't lie. I still have no idea what I'm doing in the blogging world. Before I started SDL, I had never read more than a handful of other blog posts. I had no idea what to expect, how fast to expect it, or where it could lead. I didn't know if there were a thousand other bloggers or a million other bloggers. I didn't know that there was a process one "must follow" if they are to be successful with blogging. I didn't know that it would take me years to build up a following of a few hundred people.All I knew was that I enjoyed writing. I knew that it might be a great way to take my mind off of the pain of what I was going through. So, away we went, never really expecting anything major to happen.Things started moving very quickly. I was in shock. Good and unexpected things kept happening. I was really excited about...

Uh oh.

Uh oh. Does anybody have a direct number for the CIA or the military? I've gathered some fairly scary intelligence that I think they need to be made aware of. What I am about to tell you may get me killed. It's the price I'm willing to pay to save a lot of innocent lives.

An Arm for Maura

Maura made a mistake. And it was a doozy. The whole world, it seems, has come after her with pitchforks and torches. But... come on...

Who laughs at their own jokes?

This photo of my brother and me has absolutely nothing to do with anything.  Okay, some more strong words need to be said today. There is a peculiar disease rotting away at the core of our society. There is a social boundary that has been severely breached. People are committing nefarious acts under our very noses, and it's time we put a stop to it.I am speaking to those of you who have the audacity, the audaciousness, and the intrepidity to laugh at your own jokes.How dare you. WHAT?! Are you kidding me? Not laugh at your own jokes? How absurd would that be?My entire life, I've been one of "the funny ones". Sure, sometimes I get deep and personal here at SDL, but when I'm at game night with my friends every week, it takes us twelve hours to play something as simple as Balderdash because every one of us gets sucked into a never-win rivalry of witticism. I wouldn't have it any other way.What...

Worthless Women and the Men who Make Them

Strong words need to be said today. Please hear me through to the end because we have a problem... Women are ugly... Women are fat... Women are...

In case of an emergency, dial 9-1-0.

You can learn a lot from a three-year-old. You can learn even more from a room full of three-year-olds.For example, the number to dial in case of an emergency.October is National Fire Safety Month, and Noah's preschool class headed over to the firehouse for a fire safety smorgasbord of awesomeness.Even at 30 years old, I learned all sorts of new things about fire safety that I either never knew, or have long forgotten. I think I was just as captivated during the presentation as the kids were.Noah absolutely loved it. He hasn't been able to stop talking about how cool firemen are. He has made an official declaration that he wants to be a fireman when he grows up. I think there would be few things nobler.One of his highlights was this moment, when the fireman shook each child's hand to teach them that the man in the crazy suit was a friend, not someone they ought to fear should he...

This is beautiful you.

Finally, my favorite post of the week! Every Sunday I take some of the photos that you have uploaded to the Facebook wall, and I post them here. I love This is Beautiful You because it gives me (and everybody else) an incredible glimpse of who we all are. It puts a face on what we're doing here. Thank you for sharing a small part of yourselves. It's my honor to put the spotlight on you today.This is beautiful you.I wish I could post them all today. If your photo didn't make it, check back next week. The picking process is 100% random.If these photos made you as happy as they made me, please share this page. Why not make a lot of people happy today? We'd also love to have you find a way to follow us. We have a lot of fun around here.Dan Pearce, Single Dad LaughingIf you'd like to send in photos to be considered for Sunday's "This is beautiful you" and...

Fun with Photoshop

Bonus post today, just for fun! Last night I asked Noah what he wanted to do for funsies, and he said he wanted to make a funny picture together. So we did. We have a lot of fun with these. Here is the one from last night:And, for more kicks and giggles, here are some of the ones we've done in the past from our "mouths for eyes" series. Haha. What are some of the more "weird" things you do with your kids for fun?Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing

Saturday’s Heroes – Mr. Ledbetter

Today's hero was not disabled. He was not nominated for his calm face in the silver lining of calamity or sickness. He was not a celebrity, nor did he ever wish to be. But, he did change the world, even if in small ways. He did it quietly. He did it with passion. He did it in ways that perhaps he never would know. His name was Mr. Ledbetter. He died in July of 2005.Mr. Ledbetter was a professor of literature in Dumas, Texas. And, doing what good teachers do best, he worked each day to install his own passions into the hearts and souls of his pupils. His life was words, and for 41 years, he lived and breathed them with unending enthusiasm at his community college. His was a job uncoveted by most. He understood going into it, that the majority of his students would have little interest in what he was offering. He knew from the beginning that for most, a seat...

Less talk. More walk.

I'm a little peeved right now. Who am I kidding? I'm really peeved right now. I'll get to that. First, I thought I'd better clarify a couple things...

Dizzy and Deflated

So, they've been constructing this monster of a city park not too far from where we live. They started early this year, and Noah and I have had a lot of fun driving by it every day to see what new and magic developments are taking place.After each pass, we've talked about how drastically this new park is going to increase the fun factor in our lives. We've counted down the days to when we'll get to go crazy on the futuristic playground equipment or run through the splash pad together. We've made plans for our first Tour de France around the bike trail. We've waited with gathered breath for them to install the basketball standards, and we've spent many conversations daydreaming about the moments we'll share learning to dribble and shoot together.Opening day was approaching, and in anticipation, Noah and I went to Walmart and splurged on a youth-size basketball. It wasn't fully inflated, so we bought a little three-dollar pump to go...

Step away from the scale.

I'm just going to say it. We have a teenie tiny problem going on right now. But we're not the ones to blame. We've been set up. We've been manipulated. That's right...

A bum rap for an only child

I'll be honest, sometimes I think Noah gets the bum rap being an only child. Take, for example, this: A beautiful work of art, done with Crayola markers, smack dab in the middle of one of our couch cushions. Now, I am not one to automatically assign guilt, but upon finding it, I had a sneaky suspicion of who the culprit might be. After all, there are only two people living in our house, and I personally had no recollection of the events in question.

Worth a thousand words.

I took Noah to the park today, and was able to snag this little beauty with my camera phone. What to even say about it? I guess sometimes nothing can be said because the picture says it all.Dan Pearce, Single Dad Laughing PS. Just FYI, this photo has been slightly edited for color and added effect.

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