What do I say?

What do I say to my daughters of 7, 4, 3, and 1 when they ask about the fires in our favorite city?

When they ask why people are being mean to each other, when their understanding of being mean doesn’t even come close to the hatred, division, and injustice they’re asking me about?

When at this point they still believe that God loves everyone, no matter what they look like, no matter what they do – and can’t understand and grasp that other people don’t live like that?

I’m usually pretty good with my words. Polished, sincere, well spoken or written. 

I have a lot heavy on my heart though, and it’s hard to say whether I can express it as well as I want. But I’ll do my best.


To my daughters,

Sometimes the world is broken. Like the front leg of our piano. It’s splintered and fractured and barely held together. When we leave it alone, I don’t think anyone really notices. Your mom and I forget most times. But sometimes we wrestle and we play and we knock into things in the living room and we break it again. Your mom and I, we do what we can to fix it – but I’ll tell you that your dad is the worst at fixing things. He gets lost in fix-it type stores. If you send him to Lowe’s to get something, he takes twice as long as normal people. We are not qualified to fix things like a broken piano leg. 

But that will not stop us from doing our best. We will always try and do our best. 

Sometimes I’m not a good dad. I get frustrated or mad easily and I don’t say things to you guys in the way that I want. Just like that – a lot of people are the same way. Like when Everest is upset and all she knows how to do is yell, there are people in this world who don’t know how to cope and work with their emotions. These people do things to other people for the wrong reason.  Maybe they don’t like their skin color, maybe they think they’re better than someone else because they have more money or things, maybe they are hurting and they don’t know how to process their pain. People do things for all kinds of reasons. People hurt people. 

But I want you to know there’s always a better way. 

There’s a story in the Bible that Jesus tells about a guy who goes on a trip and bad people hurt him. They take his things and leave him to die. Some people who should be nice to him and help this man pass him, but they don’t help him because they are scared to interrupt their lives to help this guy out. But another guy comes along. Nobody listening to Jesus’ story would have thought this guy would be the hero. He was different from the guy who was beaten up and robbed, they weren’t supposed to like each other. Other people in this situation might have been happy this man was beaten up, because that’s how much they didn’t like each other. But this guy was different. That’s why he was the hero of the story, because he loved people no matter who they were. Jesus taught us in the story not only that we should help people, but we should love even the people that the world tells us to hate. Not just be nice to them, but love them. Jesus says it in the story the man had compassion on him. Compassion is not just being nice, but it is also seeing something wrong with someone or seeing someone go through something and trying to make it better. 

Jesus did that for us. For everyone. He saw how much we messed things up, and he helped make things better. He gave everything, even his own life – to show compassion. To everyone. 

No matter what color we are, no matter what we have or don’t have, no matter if we live in Minnesota or Florida or Africa or Australia, no matter if we love Jesus back or not. 

People will not always have compassion. Some people only have compassion for those that are hurt and not the people who hurt others. But I want you to remember that Jesus showed us to have compassion for everyone. To pray for not only our friends but our enemies too. To love our closest friends and family and also to love the people that will never love us back. 


I wish I were really good at this. I’m not always. In fact I mess up a lot. But I want you to be better than me. 

I want you to be like Jesus. 


When there are fires I want you to ask, how can I put them out?

When there are people hurting or angry I want you to ask, how can I help?

When there are people being hurt I want you to ask, how do I stand up for people who can’t stand up for themselves?

When people need to speak I want you to ask, how can I listen better?


And I always want you to pray.

Pray God’s will is done where you’re at just like it is where He is at. 

Pray He provides for you and for others when they need it.

Pray that He forgives you, just like you forgive others – because He asked us to.

Pray that he brings life to dead things, and restores things that are broken. 


Because I can’t fix our piano. No matter how hard I try, I need help. I need someone who has the capability of fixing something I can’t. 

That’s how God is for us in every situation. He can fix what we can’t. We try our best to love people and be compassionate like He is. 

And we can trust Him to help us with the rest. 


I love being your dad, and I’ll never stop loving you. 

And the crazier thing is, God loves you more than that.

Never forget it.


love dad

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Did you hear the one about the rock?

Look, I know I was supposed to write a vacation recap, but I think everyone understands how I feel about road trips (woof). Our Colorado vacation was still fun though, and with that being said my wife is already planning the next one…….wahoo.
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As a parent, have you ever had your kid do something that put you into panic mode?

Of course you have.

Any parent who hasn’t is lying. If you’re not panicking after all the crazy crap that happens in the hospital or watching the video and reading the pamphlets that make you understand that real people have shaken their babies before…you’re an emotionless robot or something.

Enter the rock.

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My (almost) 2 year old, Eva. Yeah the wears her heart on her sleeve, passionate, defiant, and all loving cute child has this penchant for pebbles. It’s one of those phases. Our 4 year old also has an obsession with pretty rocks and up until this point we’ve just gone along with it. In my ever learning journey as a parent, I’m constantly reminding myself that what applies to one child does not necessarily apply to others.

For example, Estella plays with pretty rocks and does incredible. Eva plays with rocks and she puts them places she shouldn’t. I should’ve known when she started sucking on them. She has only done that like twice and each time I have gotten the rock out of her mouth voluntarily, no worries. But Eva is a curious child.

So sometime yesterday afternoon she got really curious where else rocks could go. All the sudden she came out of a room saying “Rock…nose”, pointing to her right nostril.

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(The events that take place proceeding this statement happen in real time of about 3-5 minutes)

“Eva, where is the rock?”
“Rock…nose.” (point)
“Eva, did you lose the rock?”
“Rock…nose.” (point)
“Uhhhhh…..Felicia, what do we do?”
“Rockkkkkk……nose.” (point)

So my wife scrambles on the phone, calling multiple people including a friend of ours who is a nurse.

I’m googling “what to do when a child sticks a rock up their nose” while trying to cook dinner and preventing my peppers from burning in the oven.

We establish because we have no idea where this rock is and cannot see it and that if all else fails going to the hospital is a very real possibility to get this rock out. We lost our nose frida (which is an awesome invention, in my opinion), so I tried to get the bulb syringe to suck with no avail (sucks to suck).

Eva starts to get cranky because why the heck is her dad doing the opposite of CPR on her trying to suck the contents of her nose out. Mom is still on the phone. Dad keeps sucking and going at her nostrils, Eva is really getting peeved and she starts to cry.

And finally in all the hustle and bustle of the last 2 minutes she huffs and puffs and cries and the pebble flies out of her nose. I pick it up and cast it into the oblivion of the trash can.

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Crisis averted. For now. We’ll be keeping a sharper eye on those pebbles.

Have you ever nearly gone into cardiac arrest because your children do things normal humans never do? You’re not alone.

I love my children. They also give me sudden panic attacks every once in a while. 🙂


Road Trip leg 2 theoretically should be easier than leg 1 since we have more experience.

This morning we left to make our way to Colorado Springs by way of Kansas, and since we had leg 1 under our belts now I’ll admit I felt a little more confident in this leg. The drive through western Kansas is terrible, but speed limit at 75 at least eases the pain of the view a little more. We’ve had an enjoyable time so far (besides the meltdowns in my previous blog documentation and my posts about my stubborn child who loves the word “no” as posted on my social media accounts [https://www.instagram.com/p/BWA5GzNlR8h/?taken-by=seanthemasopust])

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grab bag of emotions for family donut time.
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“No” incident 1/3
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So here goes nothing. We have an endless supply of snacks, water/juice/milk, toys, blankets, movie options, etc. Nothing else can prepare us more I think.

8:57 am: We leave right on schedule, Starbucks and hitting the road.

9:14 am: So it begins…meltdown #1. I didn’t take a picture of all of them this time…but believe you me, they happened.
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9:30 am: The Lord has heard my cry, Eva falls asleep.
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10:00 am: Baby Mountain is mad.

10:10 am: Baby is still mad, and now multiple attempts at pacifying have failed.

10:15 am: Eva wakes up, she is also mad for an unknown reason, probably because someone else being mad gives her a good excuse to be mad.
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10:30 am: Moana is now playing, let’s get these movies going.

10:48 am: Eva and the baby are still trading off who is upset, so this has pinnacled into baby’s high pitched screaming like there’s no tomorrow. Estella is currently singing “How far I’ll go”, and I am sitting here literally wondering how much further I have to go.

10:50 am: Yeaaaaaaaah, were gonna have to stop.

10:54 am: And I quote – “They’re loud.” -Estella

10:55 am: We stop (thankfully…yet in the middle of nowhere Kansas)

Here’s how the rest stop went:
-Baby just wants to be held because she’s spoiled, no idea what’s up with Eva. Baby is also very clever because when I go to take a picture of her crying endlessly she stops the moment she sees the camera and resumes after I’m finished.
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-Eva freaks out when being changed on a changing table, I ignore the glances at me that insinuate “Is that guy hurting his child or is the changing table made of needles?”
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-There’s a weird display of taxidermic bears at the gas station.
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-Eva is still upset. But hey, taxadermic bears…ya know?
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-The toilet wouldn’t flush when I had to use it. (sorry no picture)
-We’re still in the middle of nowhere.

11:40 am: Baby starts crying on the road again.

12:25 pm: Both cranky parties have fallen asleep again.

12:55 pm: Baby is losing it again.

1:05 pm: Baby is cooing, Big Hero 6 has started.

1:08 pm: Baby is back to freaking out and Eva has now woken up.

1:00 pm (time went back an hour) Eva has had it with everything and to be honest…I’m so over this road trip.

1:33 pm: Estella has informed us she has to pee “really really bad”.
“Can you hold it for 15 minutes?”
“Well, I think I can hold it for 2 minutes.”

1:37 pm the Lord hath blessed us with a gas station, even more blessed, we make it to the potty in time.

This period of time inserts more crying, napping, eating, smiling, and crying again. And that’s pretty much just what I did during it.

4:03 pm it’s only fitting the last 15 minutes of the drive includes two separate meltdowns from two separate children and the third giving us a “I gotta pee right now” monologue. Although to Estella’s credit, we did watch the potty episode of “Daniel Tiger’s Neighborhood” and Daniel told her “If you have to go potty, stop! and go right away.”

We have though, successfully made it to Colorado Springs (I judge success that nobody got seriously hurt, died, or pooped in the car and that we got to the intended destination – so flying colors). I don’t mind road trips I guess…if you take out the whole “road trip” part. Maybe I’ll get a degree in Physics next and figure out that whole teleportation thing. Floo powder anyone?


sweet dreams. I get a bed to myself tonight, so no Everest kicking me…which is sweet. #memories
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Road trips theoretically sound like a great idea.

To the parents who take their small children on road trips…I salute you.

You’re the real heroes of this world.

You do your best to try and see family or provide meaningful memories to your children by loading up your motorized vehicle like a ticking time bomb of emotions and you trek across the country like Lewis and Clark and Sacagawea pregnant with child.

My wife tried to convince me that we too could be this family. So this is our experiment. The documentation and evidence that I am presenting that we currently are not this family.

Here’s the lineup:

Felicia – just got done being sick with the flu. also driving because she gets car sick.
Estella – 4 years old, self-entertainable.
Eva – 1.5 years old, the firecracker.
Everest – 3 months, the little baby bubby.
and of course there’s myself, drowning in a sea of estrogen. Good thing I know how to swim.

So we intended as many well intentioned parents do to leave Owatonna in between 8 am – 9 am Thursday morning and we left Owatonna at 9:30 am. Not actually too shabby. At this point in the trip mind you we’ve already had 2 milk refills for Eva and a toy malfunction that Estella could not figure out, but hey the baby fell asleep…so God bless us all everyone.

Then came the meltdowns (I have captured a screenshot on these pictures so you could see these in real time):

10:08 am – after 2 milk refills we are rationing milk, but child #2 does not want to drink water.
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10:26 am: Child #2 cannot have child #1’s toys.

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10:31 am: all is right again because we play peek-a-boo

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10:52 am: mini meltdown, because child #2 is not allowed to pull hair.

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11:15 am: Child #2 is tired of being in her seat

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11:22 am: mini meltdown, I’m getting tired of keeping track

11:34 am: Child #2 has one more before she zonks out for a 30 min nap (the only nap she took the whole ride), child #1 gets lost in dance by doing the whip/nae nae.

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At this point I have decided to go to the movies on iPad to solve our meltdown issues. Frozen will now be showing at 1:30 pm.

3:30 pm: the movie is over and Eva has had it with this car ride. We have about 2 hours and 15 min left and are outside the Kansas City area where we will need to stop for gas/feeding the baby.

3:41 pm: The baby has finally had it. She’s going off.

3:51 pm: Both Eva and the baby have finally had it and we are looking for the next stop available.

3:55 pm: Stopped for gas, baby feeding, leg stretching, diaper changing, sketchy people avoiding. Child #2 was given sleep aids at lunch, and yet has not fallen asleep (nor would she the rest of the trip).

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4:30 pm: Back on the road, one movie left to go (Zootopia), and we are done for the day.

6:20 pm: Arrive at my parents.

This is also the evening we decide to experiment with sleep and let the two oldest girls sleep together. Note this is not a glimpse of how the night went, or even the final resting positions within 3 minutes of this picture.

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One of them peed on everything at 4:30 am, and then everyone of course is wide awake (except baby thankfully). So after clearing the hazardous bed materials away we finally settle everyone back in. As I continually beg and plead child #2 to lay down and close her eyes I am met with her gaze, fingers in mouth, and the subtle shake of the head horizontally defying my every request with a look that exclaims, “What are you gonna do about it at 4:30 in the morning dad, wake up the whole house? No you aren’t. I own you.”

You’re lucky we are going out for donuts in the morning kid and I can drown these memories in sweet frosting and coffee so sugared up that it tastes like hot chocolate. Otherwise…well yeah she’s right, I’m not going to do anything at 4:30 in the morning with everyone in the household trying to sleep. Eva 1, Dad 0.

But yeah we got donuts this morning. So who cares, right?

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Maybe you’re a road trip pro. Maybe you hate them. Maybe you’re in between. I salute all of your opinions about them. You can try to convince me any which way, but I have presented to you the first pieces of evidence. This isn’t even the craziest experience I’ve had traveling with small children (https://seanmasopust.wordpress.com/2017/01/13/how-do-you-take-a-3-year-old-and-a-9-month-old-to-sydney-australia/), but that doesn’t mean I’m convinced just yet either.

My findings so far:
-Donuts and coffee help. They also make you poop.
-Make sure all devices and movies are in proper working order…I hyped the girls up for Moana and they were very dismayed when Moana did not work. Make way.
-Enjoy your family always, even in the moments that your family doesn’t enjoy

This is real life. Judge me for taking pictures of my crying children all you want, or using screens for entertainment, or whatever people get cranky over in our weirdly overprotective and opinionated society. I wouldn’t trade it or my incredible family for anything. But we’re also not a “roadtrip” family. Not quite yet, haha.

Until the next leg of the trip.


Welcome to the world, Everest Brave.

Many of you know we welcomed our third child into the world on March 7th, Everest Brave Masopust. At only 18 1/2″ and 5 pounds 9 oz, she’s the smallest of our children, who shares the same namesake as the largest natural formation of anything above sea level, so it’s in some ways ironic. As with our other two girls, we have a proclivity in choosing names that start with “e”, that aren’t necessarily common, and that mean something to us, so I wanted to take a few moments and explain why we named our daughter the way we did.

Mount Everest is the tallest mountain in the world which is obvious, but why a mountain? Many who know my wife and I know that we aren’t mountain-folk. I can’t really grow a beard. We have no aspirations to climb Mount Everest (I watched the movie…good enough for me), heck, I don’t even want to hike small pathways on foothills…I hate hiking. It’s like walking…but harder, riskier, and sweatier. No offense to those who love the outdoors, I just don’t share that love. If we were naming her after something that we loved and frequented, her name would probably be closer to Mall of America Masopust than Everest. So…why the mountain?

I’ve been thinking a lot about the imagery of mountains in the Bible. The more I searched, the more concepts that I found really spoke to me and my walk with God as well as what I pray my daughter would seek for her own life as well. So what images or concepts are speaking to me? Mountains are present all over the bible metaphorically and physically, but I love these verses here:

Isaiah 2:2 – In the last days the mountain of the LORD’s temple will be established as the highest of the mountains; it will be exalted above the hills, and all nations will stream to it.

Isaiah 52:7 – How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news, who proclaim peace, who bring good tidings, who proclaim salvation, who say to Zion, “Your God reigns!”

Psalm 11:1 – In the LORD I take refuge; How can you say to my soul, “Flee as a bird to your mountain;

Psalm 121:1-2 – I lift up my eyes to the mountains— where does my help come from? My help comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth.

Psalm 125:1-2 –Those who trust in the Lord are like Mount Zion, which cannot be shaken but endures forever. As the mountains surround Jerusalem, so the Lord surrounds his people both now and forevermore.

In these verses, a couple of things stand out. Mountains were symbols of refuge, a place likened to the presence of God surrounding us, immovable and secure. Our trust in God helps our faith to be firm and secure like a solid rock or mountain, and that security is lasting because of who God is – similar to that of a mountain – longstanding and refuge-like. Not only are we able to take refuge and security in who God is, but the imagery in Isaiah points to how in the last days, God’s presence is established on the highest of mountains, and blessed are those who stand on the mountains and proclaim the greatness of who God is in their lives – with good news, peace, good tidings, and salvation – the most incredible messages we can share about God.

So my prayer for my daughter(s), is that their faith and trust is placed in the refuge of God’s love, that they would know it is firm and secure in God who is everlasting, that God’s presence would be with them, and that they would proclaim the incredible stories of his love and salvation to the world. That Everest Brave would have courage even in difficult times because of her trust in God that will stand firm through everything, and she would be an incredible example to everyone around her as well. That the Lord would always be her refuge.

What better way to represent that, than with the biggest mountain in the world? It’s a simple image bearing reminder of who we want God to be in all of my daughters lives, I guess that’s the reasoning. It also helps that Everest starts with “e”, K2 or Kilimanjaro just didn’t have the same ring that Everest did, you know?




How do you take a 3 year old and a 9 month old to Sydney, Australia?

The simple answer is: you don’t. and you shouldn’t.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my children. Anyone who knows me knows that the #dadlife is one of my favorite things about my entire life in general. We have two beautiful and wonderful daughters Estella and Eva, and I’m so glad I have the incredible privilege to be their dad. And to my future child, know that I love you and cherish you already.

But just because all of those things are true does not make children great companions on a 14 hour non-stop flight over the Pacific ocean and back (plus 4 more hours each way and 4-6 hour layovers in addition).

Let’s walk through the logistics.

Our youngest daughter was going to be 9 months old on this trip (first red flag). One member of our family thought it would be just fine for that child to be on the plane with us, I won’t mention who but her name is used in pop culture typically in the phrase: “Bye _____”. We also were going with Felicia’s parents who could help out on the trip and give us a little bit of a break if needed. Our oldest daughter is 3 years old and she travels pretty well, so we can really focus on the 9 month old during our trip anyways so it should work out (operating word: should). Our same 9 month old who is crawling everywhere at this time (red flag #2).

At this same time our youngest was in the phase of only liking warm bottles (red flag #3). For some reason, we never had any insulated water bottles in our household, so let me just say this; if you need warm water and you’re going on a trip, invest in some insulated water bottles. Big mistake for us, makes me feel like a rookie parent all over again.

Red flag #4 would simply be we are sharing a small, enclosed metal tube flying over an ocean for 14 hours with a child that defies everything that we did with our first one and is the most independent being I have ever met (and all the parents of multiple children wave that hanky and shout “Amen!”).

Our flight plan consisted of this: Minneapolis to LA, layover, LA to Sydney (overnight), then on the way back – Sydney to LA (morning flight), layover, LA to Minneapolis.

Minneapolis to LA is 4 hours in the air, and Minneapolis is a pretty decent airport to wait at, so our journey started pretty decent. It has been a long time since I had been to LAX, and LAX in my opinion is a TERRIBLE airport to wait at. It takes forever  to get to any sort of options for food (incredibly long hallways underground that have no air conditioning during the summer, in other words, an introduction to the place where Satan makes his home) and there is nothing kid friendly about the airport at all. Considering we were there for 6 hours from about 6 pm – Midnight (8 pm-2 am Minnesota time) was not ideal either because it is not easy for anyone to fall asleep at an airport, and our kids didn’t fall asleep until about 10:30 pm (12:30 am Minnesota). So with this long day and our kids finally crashing way past their normal bedtimes, you would think that at least they would get a full night’s sleep on the plane, right?


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(the most peaceful it was during our traveling was right at the beginning)

Let me just preface this part with a piece of the Bible – Matthew 7:2 – “For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged, and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.”

The plane ride to Sydney was the warm up. Little did we know that. But as we struggled along to entertain a 9 month old after her maybe 5 hours or so of sleep, confined in our row of three with 3 people plus the baby, we thought the going was tough. There is literally only so much you can do with about 8 feet of space and 4 people at night in an airplane. I remember (which is a miracle because most of these moments are quite blurry from the hysteria) at one point we laid our child on the floor to sleep and covered her up so that:

1. she would actually sleep since she sleeps best on flat surfaces…like nearly all human beings and

2. so that no stewardess or passenger could really even see her on the floor so we could escape much judgement for leaving our child be on the floor of an airplane. You gotta do what you gotta do.

The pros, I got to complete one in flight movie. Eddie the Eagle. And I loved it. One of the greatest underdog stories and inspirational films I have ever watched.

The cons, it’s pretty mentally stressful to care for a energetic 9 month old on a plane for 14 hours in a space as large as a refrigerator box. I understand that there are aisles, but in the middle of the night when everyone else is trying to sleep would you rather be the good guy or the bad guy on the plane?

After making it through the flight, it was morning in Australia, and in order to get adjusted to our time difference (+17 hours) we stayed up and started our vacation.

Sydney is an incredibly beautiful city with much to do and see so we were very excited to start our journey. We went to the harbor by the world famous opera house and harbor bridge, walked through the botanic gardens, different neighborhoods including “The Rocks”, Darling Harbor, the Sydney Tower Eye, Madam Tussauds/Sea Life/Wild Life Zoo and so much more. We took a tour out to the rainforest and the Blue Mountains and got to go to a zoo to pet koala’s and kangaroo’s. We toured all around Sydney and the outer areas of Sydney as well as going to the world famous Bondi beach as well as the olympic village from the 2000 Summer Olympics. We also had an incredible time at the Hillsong Conference and it really was a great trip. There are so many fun things to do with the family in Sydney and the surrounding areas, and we really had the most incredible time with our family.

So let me just say this, the vacation was extremely fun and enjoyable. The traveling part however…

Let’s jump to the flight home.

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(Child and non-germaphobe #2)

We departed Sydney early in the morning, which meant an earlier morning for all of us to arrive at the airport and such on time. The other thing that happens with a flight in the morning is that your kids do not want to sleep, since that’s what they’ve been doing all night…so here comes the craziness. We tried so hard to get our kids to nap, we really did. Bribes, sleep aids, comfort, hostage style negotiations. Our 3 year old was great, our 9 month old didn’t understand the concept of negotiation. We had slightly more leg room this time as we sat in the front of the back section of the plane right behind the restrooms and the galley, but it didn’t make much of a difference. This time we had 2 seats in a row of 3 (with another passenger in the window seat, poor guy), and then the 3 middle seats as well. We walked, we played, we did everything our minds could think of, but our youngest did not want any part of it. She did not want to play, or be held, or nap, or really anything, she just wanted to be done flying. As did we all. On our 14 hour plane ride home, our child napped less than she screamed.

Nap: 1 1/2 hours

Screaming: 3+ hours total (a good portion of that time was continual, and since the entire flight is a blur it very well could have been more)

Yep. That was our kid…we were that family. So I humbly apologize if you were on this Delta flight back to LA from Sydney early July of 2016.

If you were the guy next to us, the gracious, patient man who pretended we did not really exist and watched his movies in peace, thank you for not lashing out at us or our child.

Many people ask us if people gave us dirty looks or the stink eye on the flight and our honest answer is that we don’t know, because we did not look behind us. Our eyes were focused on our crazy child and our minds were focused on surviving the flight without doing something crazy ourselves.

The flight attendants were gracious and accommodating, especially with the whole warm bottle issue, but our child just literally did not like anything on that 14 hour flight home. At one point I remember sitting on the floor blocking the middle aisle way with a bag on the other side of the aisle smushed and scrunched simply to let Eva crawl in what little space she could and hopefully find a small amount of enjoyment in the time we had. We had a bassinet that hooked onto the wall that for any other kid might have worked incredibly well, but it was more of a scream cage for Eva.

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(screamed herself to her tiny nap)

You sing, you giggle, you laugh, you make funny voices, you pick her up, you put her down, you feed her, you give her anything she asks for, you pick her up again, you bounce, you dance, you walk, you put her down again, you try and make her laugh, you cover her with her blanket so that it muffles the screaming, you dream of what being at home was like, you vow never to go on vacation again, you cry tears in your soul and ask God “When will this be over?”. Wash, rinse, repeat, right?

Have you ever been to the grocery store and one of your children threw the “grocery store tantrum” and you do everything you can but this is the time that there’s no stopping the tantrum train? It was like that, but for the better part of half a day…with nowhere to go…10,000 ft in the air…surrounded by strangers. It was mostly a blur. My mind was fried after that flight and it was probably one of the hardest things I have done in my life. I tell people I’m putting it on my resume´and they think I’m joking, but I’m not. Dead serious.

“Sean Masopust

Accomplishments: Bachelor’s Degree, Grad School, Took a 9 month old on Trans-Pacific roundtrip flights from Minneapolis to Sydney Australia.”

See? Trans-Pacific makes it sound legit.

I love my kids. One of them travels extremely well. One of them does not. She marches to the beat of her own drum, and she is as loud as one too.

So how do you take children 3 and under to Sydney, Australia?

You don’t, unless you’re crazy. Like we are.

Here’s to the big roadtrip we have planned for July with a 4 year old, 1 1/2 year old, and 4 month old.


a three year old’s weekend.

(my awesome and wonderful wife wanted to post her recap of estella’s 3rd birthday, so here it is!)

i’m turning 30 soon. real soon (going through the dramatic thoughts of if i should be excited or depressed). Im just starting to realize what I like to do in this life. maybe it’s an identity crisis i’m having, or mayb it’s true that you find out who you are later in life?…so, i’ve come to the realization of a lot of things lately. i’ve decided i love being a mom, i love having people over to my house (i wear my husband out), i love spending money, i love my family, i love my friends, and i love decorating for events.

estella love. turning 3 years old. my heart.

i saw this quote somewhere, “i constantly go in between wanting you to stay my little baby forever, and being excited about all of the amazing things you’ll do in this life.”

how stinkin’ true.

frozen birthday party. i love love love life and of course i love celebrating. so…..my husband let me go all out.


we did crafts, games (yes, even an adult game for the parents), so much food (if you don’t know, food is my love language), painted nails like elsa, and presents.


ELSA CAME TO VISIT! you know how much your friend loves you when she’ll take off work early and dress up like a princess to make your three year old’s dream come true!


i’m surrounded by great friends. they make me laugh so hard, and gut wrenching laughter is my favorite kind, and i definitely laugh a lot when i’m with them. so many of them came to estella’s party, they treasure my babies, make memories with my family, and love life as much as i do.


happy birthday estella love. you are treasured by many.


your momma


Dragons Love Tacos, and other things.

It has been a long while since I have blogged the #dadlife! Since I have last blogged we have added a child in the mix! We are also going to Disney World next week!!! So if anyone has any great advice on having two children under the age of 3 at Disney World with you, I’ll gladly receive it!

I wanted to post today because I wanted to give parents a look at some of my favorite things recently as a parent. Here’s the story:

I was walking in Target, getting a few things my wife had asked me to pick up (of course I forgot stuff, because I always forget), and I’m also a chronic browser. So browsing around, I stopped by the children’s book section and made one of the greatest discoveries of my parenting career:

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Yes, that’s right. The book is called “Dragons Love Tacos”.

It’s a New York Times Bestseller, it’s somewhat expensive for a children’s book ($16ish I believe, but only $10 on amazon!), but it intrigued me. So naturally I stopped what I was doing and I read the book in Target.

Hands down one of the most clever, creative, and funny children’s books I’ve read. I literally laughed out loud in Target.

Maybe it’s just because if I wrote a kids book it would be something like this, but it’s just hysterical! If you’re a serious parent who has no fun in life, you won’t like it. But if you’re immature, child-like, and still getting a hang of this parenting thing (not to mention if you love dragons and tacos), you’ll love this book and thoroughly enjoy reading this book to your children. I won’t spoil it for you, so you’ll just have to saunter up to Target and read it and laugh out loud yourself. You might also look foolish, but at this point in my life that’s about all I do, haha.

I have also just found this compilation album online of Disney songs sung by current artists, and I love this entire album. From Tori Kelly killing “Colors of the Wind” (a song I desperately dislike), to Neyo belting out an Aladdin classic in “Friend Like Me”, this album is crack for all Disney lovers out there. Don’t believe me? Take a listen:

Don’t spotify? Watch here:

Not to mention Aladdin just released on Blu-ray a week or two ago. Yeah we’ve already bought and watched it.

What are your favorite things as a parent at the moment? Got any suggestions?

Comment! Love! Like! and always live the #dadlife


Dance on.

Sorry it has been a while! So much has happened since I last blogged, but I’m back into the swing of things as much as summer will let me!

For those of you who have not seen, we are having another girl! Felicia and I are so excited for our second child! Having a girl is way more fun than I thought it would be. God has blessed us with one of the funniest, most incredible personalities to raise in Estella Love. She makes us laugh all the time, and is as stubborn as any only child toddler in existence. She is the reason I fell in love with my journey of being a father, and helps me grow every day as I watch her grow up as well.

We have a lot of things we love to do together. Whether going on trips to the zoo, playing in the pool, or riding rides, there are so many things I love doing with my daughter. One of the things that tops most of them though, is dancing.

We love to dance. All the time.

A good groove, a good beat, loud. We will dance.

Here’s a video of our latest jives, we are trying to nail down the whip and the nae-nae:

What do you love to do with your kids?

living the #dadlife


Extended Parenthood

I wanted to share about an opportunity my wife and I have taken recently to extend our parenting and love in a different way.

I believe wholeheartedly that at the core foundation of love is sacrifice. Selflessness. This is not an idea that our culture faces very well. We have extreme amounts of blessing and wealth, and all we seem to want as a whole is more.

My wife and I took a team of our youth leaders to Dallas last week for a youth leaders conference. Many of our friends from all over the country were there, many people who are heroes and influences in our lives, just an incredible time. I knew God was doing some crazy things in my life and really changing my heart about many things, but an opportunity presented itself during a service and I knew God was leading in that moment to be sacrificial. Not just a one time thing, but something beyond ourselves. So when Compassion International was brought up and the opportunity to sponsor a child was presented, I knew it was something I needed to do.

I didn’t do it as a feel good thing, although it’s an incredible opportunity. But it really is a chance to give and support those maybe cannot themselves, and all over the world. It’s a chance to teach my daughter about love, even for people we may not know. It’s a way to extend our family, and see God move through us and the lives that we can be a part of all over the world. It’s incredible to be a part of this organization and I know it may not be much, but it can be enough to make a difference in the life of Samson.

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I love this video Compassion put out for Easter in showing the heart of love in their vision.


I just wanted to post this to encourage, if God is calling you to obedience, do it! Obedience to God no matter what it might be is an incredible opportunity to teach and influence your own families and the people around you.  Don’t miss out on those moments!