Although I'm going to start with the quirks, this is not an attack on fathers by any means. I have immense respect for all the dads out there raising children, whether they are alone or have help.

Most of them have a tough time combing hair, especially their daughters'. Brush in hand, my husband approaches my daughter's head as if he were about to perform surgery, only he's not quite sure where to start the procedure.

It's difficult for dads to do buttons on baby clothes and little girls' dresses or match outfits or just dress young children in general. They sometimes have a hard enough time getting themselves dressed in the morning.

So if you come home and your children still are in their pajamas, celebrate it as a "jammie day." My daughter would rather be in her pajamas most of the day anyway.

Some of the dads I know tend to take a very scientific approach to potty-training. They respect the potty and their child's private time on it. If that means your daughter is left alone to unroll an entire roll of toilet paper onto the bathroom floor or into the toilet, than so be it.

If dads are home alone watching the children, don't ever expect them to multi-task. If they do happen to do the dishes or a load of laundry, make sure to praise them a lot. They like that.

When they take their children out, they might come home with fewer toys or bottles, but they usually remember the children. They deserve credit for that.

For everything my husband might have trouble doing, there are hundreds of other things he, and I'm sure many dads, do quite well without even realizing it.

My husband spends many of his weekday mornings juggling the needs of our three children, while I escape to have some adult time. And when I come home, he always asks me how my morning went.

He can reenact an entire scene from "Finding Nemo" when giving my daughter a bath. He does the voices perfectly and gets my daughter to join in.

Though he might not want his buddies to know, he memorizes and sings the words to all of the songs she loves, including the princess songs, and dances with her in the kitchen.

He knows how to do sound effects, from sirens to barking dogs to just about any noise that makes children giggle, and he was the first to make our nearly 4-month-old twins laugh.

He didn't think twice about climbing in the back of the van on a long road trip to pick up my daughter's blanky. And then to make her tears go away, he played peek-a-boo.

As I go through my days consumed by my children, I don't tell him enough how much I appreciate the role he plays as the only man in a house full of women. Amid all the emotions, tears, and fits (thrown by both me and my children), I wonder sometimes how he makes it through the day.

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