That's why he's the good parent...

We were at dinner the other night with friends and the conversation turned to bedtimes and wake times for the kids. One couple has children nearly the same ages as ours (nearly 4 and under 2), and the other couple has two school-agers. They were all absolutely amazed that A & J are in bed, lights out, for the NIGHT usually by 8:00. What they DON’T know is that they're only in bed, lights out, for the NIGHT by 8:00 because I'm one selfish girl when it comes to my own sleep. As in, don't mess with it.
So I've earned the nickname "The Enforcer" when it comes to bedtime.
My husband would be The Enforcer when it comes to churchtime. If he were not here, I can nearly guarantee that there's no earthly way I would drag myself out of bed on a Sunday (oh, that's right...there's no dragging to it...I have to race downstairs before A gets there to make his own breakfast...), dress children in church clothes, race to gather "shut-up" toys and snacks for the diaper bag (did I mention that years ago I swore I'd never let my kids eat in church?), only to have one of two things happen: either we wrestle with J through the whole service OR we end up taking her out, only to miss key parts like the sermon. This morning, nothing seemed to bother D. Not the squirmy toddler, not the missing half of the service, not the sticky heat of the sanctuary. He's great.

He even went to the grocery with me right after church and kept the kiddos entertained the whole time. And he picked the coffee.