A Difference

I was asked (by my wife), "Whose life do you want to make a difference in?"

Easy Answer: Yours, Honey
Selfish Answer: My own

But what's the right answer? I'm afraid to think about how many opportunities I miss to impact someone's life in a positive way.

There's no particular challenge to this... nothing I'm going to start immediately doing differently. I'm just going to think about it for a day or so.

Whose life do you want to make a difference in?

I Win, I Win, I Win!



Thanks Jill for choosing me to win your contest!

I wear the shirt with pride.


dsiclaimer: there was no alcohol consumed before or during the taking of this picture or creation of this post.

Surprise Daddy, I love you!

Wife has the flu, so I'm taking care of the kids solo. Since I have four, I've got a little bit of experience and it's not that big of a deal. But I wasn't ready for the gift my nearly 2 year old daughter gave me tonight.

I checked on Janey, then started cooking dinner. Had it going, went to get Elsie up from her nap. I decided not to change her wet diaper at that moment because the Red Beans and Rice needed attention. When dinner was finished cooking, I told the boys it was time to turn off the video games and put the books down... Dinner time!

I then thought, "I'll go ahead andd change her diaper real quick before dinner."

I said, "Elsie, get a diaper and lay down." Amazingly, she did.

The next thing anyone heard me say, besides "ewwwwwwwww" was, "Jonnie- get me something!" Jonathan said, "What?"

"I don't know... anything. kleenex... paper towel, anything!"

He grabbed the nearest box of kleenex and dropped it about 3 feet out of my reach then slid it over to me.

You see, what he saw was Elsie's Surprise Dirty Diaper she left for me. It was stealthily without smell. Or at least it was until I opened it up and noticed what was a saturated diaper with a ... I'll stop describing it. It was gross.


So that's how I ended up in the middle of the living room floor holding a two year-old's feet in the air while gagging and asking my 8 year old for help.