A new one to train.

Poor dad. He grew up with only one girl in his life, his mother. Living with two brothers and his dad on a farm he'd probably say his life was perfect. Enter Nikki and three beautiful babies. That is, three little girls. I'm sure when they found out they were having a third (me) his praying knees were sore. Praying, begging, pleading for a boy.

So here we have Glenn, a man's man. Who loves working, being outside and only sits down long enough to eat and watch John Wayne. Not anymore :)

We have him trained. We have actually tricked him into thinking he enjoys romantic comedies. He is honestly the best dad and father anyone could ask for even if he does enjoy tickling us until we cry, chasing us around the house with dead spiders or scaring the pee out of us when we were late for curfew. (Thats a whole 'nother story) Just when we think our plan has worked, we have conquered this man, he melts in the palm of our hands.... ENTER CJ.

Dusti's Husband (she will always be a Hoffman). Funny, quirky, pretty dang good lookin (awkward?) and manly. NO BUENO for our plan. The fridge is now ALWAYS stocked with beer to share with CJ.

However, we have a secret weapon. Enter Jayci June Johnson. Well, not yet but she will probably be born tomorrow (hopefully for Dusti's sanity). A sweet little baby girl. hmmm... these always do the trick.

Soon enough we can send her to CJ and Glenn to ask for the credit card and for them to take us on a cruise. (My many attempts this  year have failed) Actually baby signs are a big hit... I'm going to look up the sign for "cruise" and  "pretty please daddy."

Tata...



p.s. Looks like we won't have to work as hard as we thought...