Jon's new baby/leveling the playing field

Some important background.  This is our van.  A.k.a. "The Barbie Van".

Prior to this, we had a manly, red, four wheel drive truck.  But alas, the fourth child required an "upgrade" to a larger capacity vehicle.  The ginormous "fruit basket" on top was added so that we could travel with 12 people and all of their luggage.  Good times.  

The hot pink hibiscus flower decals (pronounced deckUL by our fabulous and funny Canadian friends, the Friesens, who gifted us this vehicular accessory . . . as a joke.) were a personal touch added after the purchase.  (OF course, every one in their right mind knows that these are DEcals, but I digress.)


These are our dogs:

Oreo 

Snickers (who recently gave birth to 6 little Snickeos (Snickers + Oreo = Snickeo.)

And Sugar.

 All "poodles" according to the Dominican pet store.  HA.  (In essence, all of these yippy, little, fluff balls are girlie.  Jon never would have picked these. Any. Of. Them.)

Our children = 3 VERY VERBAL girls

And one very quiet boy (equally as quirky and spirited as his sisters!)

So, as you can see, the feminine part of our lives - we are VERY in touch with.  And, Jon is clearly very secure in his manhood to be able to enjoy withstand so much feminity.  Behold, exhibit A for "Secure in Manhood."

Exhibit A: Mr. Betty Crocker making dough for one of his fried food fiestas ( a monthly occurence).  (In his defense, I did suggest that it might be a good idea for him to not cook shirtless and handed him my girliest apron.)

So, you can understand that when our friends, The Speciales, offered us this

This was what happened when Jon walked into the house with him for the first time.  LOVE Little Pickle's expression as she emphatically repeated "BUT HE SAID "NO MORE DOGS!"  (What he meant was, no more little "poodles!")

why Jon would willingly accept this gift (which by the way is something that he has always wanted.)

Happy + Happy = HAPPY!

He was only a lap dog for about half a day as he is already much larger than this and no longer fits comfortably on one's lap.  His name is Peso.  And we love him - all of us, but HE IS JON'S.

  And even if only by sheer presence and size, he has evened out the playing field a little bit. ( But really can 2 dudes and 1 ginormous dog really even out 4 very verbal females and 3 "poodles?"  Me thinks, not.  But good try.)