I’ve been writing this post since May. I knew I’d have to share it on a day I wasn’t actually aggravated with my husband. It’s just some little things I’ve collected that showcases what separates Mamas from Daddies. And of course, as anyone (who is normal) would know, I love my husband and can’t imagine parenting without him!

With that said, here are The Top Ten Things {Most} Dads Never Have To Do:

1. Take a shower while one child is pressing their nose against the glass door of the shower and asking 400 questions, while the other child is crying on the floor.

2. Give one child sustenance from your body while the other child is playing ride-a-little-pony on your leg.

3. Carry a diaper bag, a camera, a crying preschooler and an infant at the same time.

4. Give one kid a bath while putting pajamas on another kid all while cooking (and not burning) dinner.

5. Solve problems, dry tears and answer questions within 5 seconds of being awake.

6. Entertain a child at 5:15am.

7. Consider it a good day when you get a shower before noon AND brush your teeth.

8. Make three meals in one day AND do the dishes for said meals.

9. Live without even one minute of quiet or alone time for more than 10 hours.

10. Agree 100% with this: “I’ve witnessed every burp, smile, hiccup and whimper this baby has ever made, at the expense of my personal interests, career and social life. Good trade.” -Baby Blues

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I hope my own blog has gone through that metamorphosis. I hope I’ve made others aware of more than TV shows and special edition oreos. I want to use my blog to show others the things that are really important to me. As much as I think you should love LOST, I think you should love Jesus. I think everyone should plan elaborate birthday parties for their kids—but I want you to honor your children and show them the most love you can.

I’ve gone on bloggy trips to learn about diapers, chocolate and Mickey Mouse. And although I was pleased to do so, I am ecstatic to tell you that I’ve been invited on a missions trip with World Vision. Four other fabu bloggers (Andrea, Briana, Jill and Jessica) along with author Matthew Paul Turner will be traveling to the Dominican Republic the first week of May. We’ll be visiting World Visions’ community programs, the “river slums” and most importantly the children. Oh. The children.

I’m so honored. And nervous. I want to communicate effectively the amazing opportunity we have: to help children and their families, to bring them out of poverty and towards Jesus.

I’ll keep you updated with info as I get it. But for now, start praying for us. For World Vision and the kids that YOU will meet. If you’d like, you can meet some of them now.

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We went to the Alliance Theatre in Atlanta to see the theatrical version of Disney’s Mulan. And can I just say that it was like every single thing I loved all wrapped up into one?

Family time? CHECK. Theatre? CHECK. Musical Theatre? CHECK. Puppetry? CHECK! Cool Kids’ Activities? CHECK. Disney? CHECK.

The Alliance Theatre is one of my favorite places in Atlanta anyway. It’s part of the Woodruff Arts Center and it just feels metropolitan and swanky and Atlanta-ish. I love it. It’s a cozy theatre that doesn’t have a bad seat.

Our seats were row A. We walked straight down to the first row and felt a little stupid because we could not locate seat 130. We walked up and down the front row at least 3 times. And the whole time all I could think was, “Oh my goodness, we’re going to sit on the front row with a 1 and 4 year old. A 4 year old who hates loud noises, surprises and scary costumes.” Finally we realized our seats were row A on the BALCONY. Oops. But much better for our little girl who needs to be eased into new adventures.

However, I did not need to worry about the scariness. Every scary part was handled with such creativity! Let’s rewind a bit…in case you don’t know Mulan is the story of a Chinese girl who poses as a man to join the army and fight for the emperor. Mulan’s anscestors play a big role…but how do you show ghostly figures in a play?

How ’bout by using puppets?! The actors had huge backpack puppets that waved and glided above their heads while they spoke and manipulated the arms. I love this type of puppetry and love seeing it in theatre.

Each of the actors (except Mulan) played at least one other part. In fact, the entire show was done with just eight actors! EIGHT! They were are all very funny and great at jumping from character to character. Lydia’s favorite was Mushu and Mulan, of course. Because Mulan is basically a princess. And princesses are always a fave.

The show had some original songs in it that don’t appear in the movie. And they had to change some of the story line to make it work on stage. But I think it really added to the story. There was a whole male-female-yin-yang thing that really worked. And that’s not even my thing—but it kind of fleshed the story out even more.

It was a 70 minute show with no intermission but Lydia and Asa were mesmerized. (OK, I had to give Asa some pretzel sticks and a cup of milk to keep him quiet.) We laughed and I may have even had a tear in my eye when Mulan’s dad said, “The greatest honor is having you as a daughter.”

Then the best part came afterwards–since it was the opening day they had a huge Chinese celebration in the lobby. We got a passport and then had it stamped at every station. The Center for Puppetry Arts helped us make a shadow puppet dragon. The Atlanta Zoo let us pet a snake. The Atlanta Symphony let the kids try out any instrument they wanted. They had fan dancers, sword fighting demonstrations, face painting, animal balloons, actor autographs and more. We had an absolute blast. It made the story come even more alive for Lydia. And it totally made me want to have a Mulan birthday party!

If you are in Atlanta, you will want to take your kids to see Mulan. It’s a great story, told with such creativity and being at the Alliance Theatre will make it an adventure in itself!

Disclosure: Complimentary tickets were given for the sake of reviewing the play.

7:32am Asked hubby if he would make the kids breakfast so I could write my Lost recap.

7:33am He said no.

7:35am I take a shower. (Yes, before noon.)

7:45am Hubby makes kids breakfast. He’s quite contrary.

8:00am I start to write LOST recap.

8:04am Check ew.com for Doc Jensen’s recap.

8:05am Continue to write. Wonder about Sayid’s body count.

8:10am Check ew.com again.

{this continues until 9:45am}

10am Hubby has to leave for work. I save my draft and hope a computer falls into my lap.

10:30am Have both kids dressed and strapped into the carseats. Race to the mall to bring my macbook to the Apple store.

11:15am Oil light comes on. And beeps. About 4 times.

11:16am Call hubby. He tells me to take the car to the mechanic.

1:00pm Leave mechanic with a new quart of oil or whatever it’s called. And the memories of an hour and a half in a waiting room with a 1 and 4 year old who have not had lunch or a nap.

1:30pm Meet an Mac Genius at the door. She says, “Do you have an appointment?”

1:31pm I try not to cry.

1:55pm I leave my macbook with the geniuses.

2:00pm Leave the mall. Drive towards home. Remember that ballet is in one hour.

2:45pm Arrive home. Leave sleeping kids in car to get leotard and tights. (And a chocolate chip cookie.)

2:55pm Arrive at ballet. Leave sleeping Asa in the car to get Lydia dressed in the bathroom.

3:20pm Genius calls to confirm that my  macbook was DOA. Suggests I buy a new one.

3:21pm I try not to cry.

4:15pm Stop at the library to finish Lost recap. Hope it doesn’t have too many typos or ridiculous insights.

4:55pm Pick up Atlanta Parent and see MYSELF on page 2!! Go Disney World Moms!!!

5:15pm Honk the horn while driving up the driveway so my husband will help me get the kids out of the car.

5:25pm Eat a dinner of raw veggies and hummus. (And maybe a chocolate chip cookie.)

6:30pm Bedtime for Asa and Lydia. I pray they sleep 13 hours.

6:32pm Lay on the couch with book and chocolate chip cookies.

The moral? There’s always chocolate chip cookies!

1946. At Selma & Emmanuel Oker’s in Oxford, MN

I have no idea who the Okers are. The only person that looks familiar is the girl on the far left holding the little boy. I think that’s my grandmother.

Doesn’t it just look like one of those, “OK, Grandma in the middle. Now, all the aunts and uncles stand in the back. OK, cousins! Where are all the cousins? Get them all in the front! Look at me! Everyone smile! Don’t talk! Look over here! Say cheese!!!”

Nice to know some things never change.

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Wanna go to a concert?

Wanna help some people in Haiti?

How ’bout do both? Compassion is hosting Help Haiti LIVE tomorrow night (February 27) 7:30CT. There are tons of performers: Big Kenny, Alison Krauss with Union Station featuring Jerry Douglas, Jars of Clay, Mat Kearney, Jon Foreman, Matt Wertz, Brandon Heath, Dave Barnes, and NEEDTOBREATHE. If you’re in Nashville you can head over there but I think it’s sold out. So, you can just snuggle up on the couch and tune in LIVE on their website: HelpHaitiLive.com If you’re on twitter you can live tweet it with the hashtag #hhlive.

And if you want to do something NOW, you can bid on an autographed guitar, text DISASTER to 90999 to send $10 or donate any amount directly to Compassion’s Haiti fund.

OK. So, that’s Haiti. Now about Kenya…my friend (ok, so I’ve exchanged one paragraph of a real live conversation and I read her blog. So, I consider her a friend), Kristen from We Are That Family is going to Compassion’s next Blogger trip to Kenya. Oh, I got tears in my eyes when she announced it! She’ll be there from March 4-10 and if you don’t read her blog or have never followed one of Compassion’s trips, I encourage you to do so! It will be life-changing.

And while we’re at it, I just wanted to let you know about Compassion’s Child Survival Program. It’s so cool—they provide pre- and post-natal care for moms and babies (including skilled birth attendants), they give regular food, teach parenting classes and kids’ classes for moms and kids up to age 3. For $20 a month you can partner with one of these programs. I just started supporting one in Fauche, Haiti. You need to check it out. One of the coolest ministries I’ve seen. And it’s got me thinking about something I want to do…I need to think about it a little more. But if this touches your heart, email me. I want to talk about it.

Ok. That’s all. Lydia is pulling on my arm because we’re going to a museum with some friends today! YAY! Have a great weekend!

In fact, I don’t think I slept very well last night because of it. Anyway, early this morning (like 5:25am, when Asa woke) I was laying in bed wondering if my husband was awake and recalling last night’s mean words. I wanted to make up. I wanted to say something nice but I couldn’t. I kept thinking, “It was MORE his fault!” Then I remembered something our pastor shared a few weeks ago.

He used to do counseling–marriage and whatever else came his way. He said he was terrible at it because he’s not very…empathetic. (His words, not mine.) So usually when a woman would be going on and on about how horrible her husband was behaving, he’d hand her a piece of paper and say, “Draw a pie chart with two pieces—one piece to show how much of this chaos is your husband’s fault. And the other piece to show how much is your fault.” He said every single time the charts ended up looking like this:

And although this may be completely accurate (as I’m sure it was last night!), there’s still a portion that is MY FAULT. And really, this is the only piece of the pie I can do anything about. Is reminding my husband he’s at fault going to help him? Nagging him? Telling him I’m NOT at fault? Nope. It’s only going to add to the mess.

So, I finally decided to suck it up and roll to the middle. I backed myself into his arms and said, “Sorry about last night.” He said, “It’s ok.” And it was over. Just like that. Forgotten? Probably not. Still need to be talked about? Maybe. Forgiven? Totally.

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