Busy house

The Harvey house grown by 6 feet for the next few months. Allen and I, after much prayer, offered our home to a family while the father is in Afghanistan. So, no we didn't have two random children that you see on Facebook or Instagram. We are helping a dear friend raise her two beautiful children during this rough time.

 Meet Knox, 16 months, and Jane, 5.5 weeks. 

For the past months Allen and I have braved helping raise a rambunctious toddler while Sarah was in the hospital with Jane. Now, we have learned how to deal with have a toddler, a new born, and their momma in our house that we only had to deal with the dogs just a few weeks before.

New fun

For the past week, Allen and I have had a toddler in our midst pretty much 24/7.  

Allen and I love kids and want some of our own but throwing a toddler into our lives with no prior knowledge except for the one night sleep overs and play dates is kind of exhausting. Granted, we asked for it, well not really asked for it. It was one of those The Holy Spirit puts it on your heart until you listen kind of deals. We offered to open our home to a friend and her little ones. While mom is in the hospital until the baby is born, we are here with Knox. A 15 month old sweet little boy.

Before Knox our house not child proof with breakable stuff everywhere and now toys are scattered in a matter of seconds, sippy cups in the dishwasher and stepping on bath toys In the shower. Who knew kids poop that many times a day! No wonder diapers are so expensive because the companies know you will go through them so fast and they make a bigger profit. Working in the nursery, I've learned a lot about children but until you have one live with you for a couple days you have no idea. 

Allen and I love having Knox here. It livens our house a little and prepares me a little for when God gives us our miracle. I love hearing him squeal and laugh, listening to him run circles around the house and the sweet smiles he gives. Sarah, you are truly blessed with a sweet little boy. 

Growing up

 

My little sister and I are four and a half years apart.

We shared a room for 16 years and, at the time, hated every minute of it.  We tried everything to have our own separate spaces. Did the bunk bed thing and took them apart more times than I can remember.  Duck taped down the middle of the room so we each had separate halves (didn't really work).

                   

                              

I guess it didn't really hit me that I would miss sharing that tiny room until I moved out and got married. I missed sharing that room with her. I would miss all the fun times we had in that room. Like making a hammock on the side of the bunk bed (BAD IDEA!!!). Putting stuffed animals on the fan and seeing how far they would fly. Convincing our brother to jump off the bunk bed (another bad idea). All the bad ideas we had that were turned into fun memories.

 Now, we're all grown up (well almost). She's leaving for the Navy and I couldn't be prouder of her. Yeah, we have had our bad times as all sisters do but through it all she has always been one of my best friends.