Nittney's Creations...here we go!!

When I was pregnant with my first daughter, I wanted to learn to crochet. I was going on a trip to Oklahoma with my parents and decided to teach myself on the way. It was successful and I spent many hours crocheting simple things. I slowly got better, but never would have considered my stuff good enough to sell. After my daughter was born, I took a long hiatus from crocheting. Not on purpose, but you know, life changed.

My best friend, Brittney (yes we have the same name), had recently been bugging me to crochet (and teach her to do a beanie). Now I am pregnant with my second daughter and back to crocheting. I feel like the hiatus somehow made me better. It took me a few stitches, but I got the hang of it again pretty fast. My first project was a scarf for myself and a matching hat. It turned out amazing. I am usually very critical of my own work, but I was impressed. I made hats for Elle and Lorelai and decided they had plenty, so I started making them for friends.

Once I started giving them away, people started telling me I should sell them on etsy. My first reaction was "I couldn't do that". The stuff you see on etsy is cute and "perfect". My stuff is still far from perfect. I didn't have the confidence to think my stuff would even sell on etsy. But, the more I thought about it, the more I am convinced I could help my family out financially by doing something that I love to do: crochet.

I still have some hesitation and fears. I don't want to feel overwhelmed, and I don't want this hobby to become more "work" than "fun". It's relaxing to me and I am afraid if I start doing it as a business, I will lose that enjoyment. But, nonetheless, I am going to take this leap and see where I land.

So, etsy account set up....just have to add items. Will do that during nap time I guess. Gotta get this girl lunch and sleep.

http://www.etsy.com/shop/nittney

For my dad...on his day!

Everyone is blessed by their father. EVERYONE! You wouldn't be here without him.

But, not everyone is blessed to have a Daddy. I have a very special kind.

My Daddy didn't have that "you slipped into my arms and into my heart" kind of moment. I wasn't a perfect sweet little newborn when he met me. He had a different kind of introduction to fatherhood.

Not only did two little girls invade his house, but the oldest (me) was stubborn, smart, and a terror. Not always, but a lot.

But, my dad never lost his temper, never gave up, and constantly loved me. He made sure I knew he was going to love me no matter what, and he never abandoned me. Most 6 year olds don't worry about their father abandoning them (unless of course he has), but I did.

My Daddy is one of the most mild mannered, sensitive, "keep his cool" kind of guy I know. Even when he would discipline us, he never let his anger control him and we could tell it was killing him inside. I don't believe most parents when they say "this hurts me more than you", but for him I think it probably hurt just as much.

Despite the fact that my Daddy is not biological, I've never felt otherwise. In fact, sometimes I really do forget that I'm adopted. I forget that he missed out on the first 6 years of my life and to him I'm really only 19. I forget that I didn't get my blue eyes from him, or my stubborn will. I forget that he didn't get to experience the bonding with a precious newborn, like I did with my daughter.

I am amazed at the love he has shown me despite all of those things he didn't get to experience. He loved me just the same. As if he did bond with me as a newborn and watch me grow. He picked up the pieces of my brokenness and put them back together. He made sure I knew how a man was supposed to care for his family. He made sure that I knew I deserved to be treated better.

My Daddy wasn't perfect, but he was perfect for me. God knew that. I don't think it was God's plan (from the beginning) for my birth parents to destroy their lives' and those of their children, but it was his plan to provide me with Amazing parents when they did.

I am thankful for my heavenly Daddy who has carried me through it all.

I am thankful for my Daddy as well as my Daddy in love. These men have been consistent and have loved me through a lot, and now I get to watch them love and adore my sweet little girl. I get to watch them be Papa's. Definitely a title they both carry well. I am thankful that they are such great examples for my daughter. That she will know how boys and eventually men should treat her.

I am thankful for my husband who has been an amazing daddy, and has grown so much in the past 15 months. This girl of ours has stretched him and blessed him beyond his wildest dreams. Not only will she have a great example in her Papa's, but her Daddy will be the best example of all.

Motherhood x2

I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact that I am going to be a mother to two children. It seems surreal and I sometimes forget that I am pregnant. I blame it partly on my preggo brain and partly on the 1 year old distraction that I call Elizabeth.

Part of me cannot wait for this bundle to arrive, but the other part wants it to be just the 3 of us a little longer. While I have no doubts about being a family of 4, I know I can never go back to only being 3. I will have to give two children a bath, tuck two children into bed, worry about feeding two children, and love two children.

Honestly, I don't know how I could love another child as much as I love Elle. I know that I will and that God will provide that love through me, beyond my understanding, but I cannot imagine. I'm almost afraid to. It feels like if I love another child as much as I love her, then I can't possibly love her like this. I don't want to stop loving her as much as I do, and I don't want to split that love. But, I am certain that God will not allow that and he will just give me more love to share. I don't know how it is possible, but if he can do it for the world, certainly I can do it for two children.

Don't get me wrong, I have always wanted several children, but this time of being pregnant is time for me to process through these feelings. I didn't expect to love Elle the way I do. In a way that I cannot even describe. In a way that I do not understand completely, myself. I look at her and I am overwhelmed by emotions and love (that could also be the hormones right now). I might just have a heart attack with all the emotions I'll have for 2.

I longed to be a mother my whole life. I let go of other dreams because the dream of motherhood was so much greater and I wouldn't trade it for the world. This is so much better than any other way I could have imagined my life turning out.

I longed to be a mother and loved the idea of it. Now that I am a mother, I love it even more.

Update on those New Year's resolutions...

I have started walking. This week will be my first full week (at least 5/7 days).

I have started playing my violin again.

I have stopped texting while I'm driving.

Obviously the first two have yet to become habits, but I'm one step closer.

everything you need to know about her first year!

That's how old she'll be tomorrow.

After a short and sweet 6 hr labor she arrived at 3:30 pm March 28, 2010.

She rolled over, started getting teeth, and started eating solids at 4 months

She sat up on her own at 6 months

She crawled and started talking around 7 months

She started walking at 9.5 months

She is now 12 months old, and so much FUN! The girl has personality, a strong will, and such a sweet heart!

It is amazing that a newborn who can't do anything on her own has become an independent girl in 365 days. That's all it took. 365 days.

What a beautiful blessing she has been.

She loves baby dolls, Elmo, and climbing into chairs.

She likes her green beans mixed in with yogurt and her favorite vegetable is sweet potatoes. She also loves puffs and really anything that is sweet (she gets that from her mommy).

She loves to take baths and hates to wear shoes. She falls asleep with her "baby" which is any stuffed animal that has a face.

She says dada, mama, papa, mamie, jojo, bay (for blake), yi-yie (for reilly), augie, elmo, baby, and her favorite...key (for kitty). Oh yes, she also says peas and tatu.She's gonna talk our ears off.

She really loves her daddy...and this picture frame (with pic of her and her daddy) holds a special place in her heart.

She does not like to share and if you try to take something from her she says "NO". Which is cute, but not so cute. How do you teach a 1 year old not to say "no"?

She loves these two...bff's.

It's been an eventful year, but I have a feeling the next one will be even more eventful!

Being her mom is still the best job in the world!

Facebook saved her life...

Okay that's a bit of an exaggeration, but it did help save her.

Let's just say I'm not going to get Mother of the Year for 2011.

For those of you who haven't heard...I locked my child in the car with my keys and phone.

Back in the "ol days" I would have just used my house phone to call 911, but these days, my cell phone is my house phone.

So, I got on facebook and messaged a friend because I know she gets text messages when someone messages her and I didn't want it on her wall for all the world to see...just yet. Thank God, she messaged back and came over.

Once she got to the house she called 9-1-1 and our brave Wylie firemen came to my rescue.

Yes, they laughed at me! Yes, they know my husband has applied for a part time position for WFD! And, yes, they know my BIL is Blake. Sorry guys! Fortunately for the both of you it was a B shift so you will probably never see them. At least any damage done to you will be minimal :-)

If you were worried about Elle, don't. She was fine. All settled in to her car seat, kicked back, watching Baby Einstein. Every time I looked in on her she would laugh. Pretty sure she thought it was a game. Thank God!

The firemen were able to get the door open and once again we were on our way.

Thank you God for the humiliation and reminding me that I cannot do this mothering thing alone. I definitely need this village of mine to help me!

Thank you Brittney for being an iPhone junkie. Thank you for Wylie Fire Department for breaking into my car without breaking my car. And, Thank you Elle for being the best baby ever!

Nursing School

I'm waiting. Waiting for the letter in the mail that says "We regret to inform you..." or "We are excited to tell you...".

Either way, my life changes drastically.

If I get accepted, I will start a 15 month journey of nonstop school. If I don't get accepted, I have to make more decisions. Decisions about career, motherhood, and my future.

If I get accepted, that's it. I will be a nurse. If I don't. That's it. I won't be a nurse...at least not anytime soon.

So, I wait. Eagerly. Patiently. I wait.

I want to get it. There, I said it. I want this. I desperately want it.

It is hard for me to admit I want it because then if I don't get it, I have to admit that my world is crushed. I have to admit defeat and all of the emotions that come with it.

I'd rather no one knew I want it because then I can hide those emotions from the world.

The problem is, I need to tell you. I need to let the world know I WANT THIS!!! This desire is building up inside and I need someone else to wait with me. I'm not sure how long the wait is, but I'll let you know when I find out.

Where did the last 10 months go?

My little princess is 11 months old.

Suddenly she looks like a little girl. She walks. She talks. She has a ponytail. She knows who her daddy is. She throws fits. She eats table food. She is not breastfeeding anymore. She has an opinion. She loves babies. She wears 12-18 mo clothing. She can pick up "heavy" toys and carry them. She says thank you when I give her something, without prompting. She loves (more like is obsessed with) Elmo. She is content to play by herself. She has friends. She drinks cow's milk. She wears size 4 shoes. She is a big girl now.

Her personality is coming out more and more and I love to be the one that sees it first. What a blessing it is to be this girls mother. I still don't have words to describe it.

My favorite part is seeing her with her daddy. The older she gets, the better it gets. She loves him. She asks for him. She misses him when he is gone. I love that.

Never in my life did I expect motherhood to be this good...and I expected it to be good.

lessons from a 10 mo old

Things that may happen when you paint with a 10 mo old:

she may put your iPhone 4 in the roller pan...which is better than the paint bucket.

she may decide her toy fire truck needs a new paint job and put it in the paint bucket.

she may want to listen to the same song over and over and over again...or at least she may have figured out how to put your iPod on repeat.

she may try to finger paint...not good when the color you are using is dark brown.

Ways to avoid the above from happening:

paint while she is napping.

create a playpen by shutting the laundry room door to the house and putting up a baby gate in the doorway to the garage.

have someone watch her while you paint.

Lesson learned.

A reason to get the carpet cleaned...

Scott and I went today to do the final (or what we thought would be the final) walk through on the house we are purchasing this week. Boy, were we in for a surprise.

We walked in to find beer bottles and vodka on the counter as well as two black trash bags full of empty beer bottles and pizza boxes.

But, that wasn't the worst part. My poor mother-in-love walked out of the master bedroom and announced that there was vomit on the floor! Yep, that's right. A wonderful little move in present.

There was another little pile in one of the other bedrooms. The same room that the window was cracked about 1.5 inches. We are assuming that was their escape route.

Our realtor stated that this was a first for him. Most people that break into vacant houses do so to steal appliances, not throw a party.

I hope it was worth it to them. I hope they had fun getting drunk and puking up their pizza.

At least the carpets will be freshly cleaned when we move in...

My purse

It's pink and brown with polka dots. It carries things like diapers, wipes, a change of clothes (sometimes), medications of sorts, pacifiers, sippy cups, snacks, my wallet and Burt's Bees, and occasionally a dirty diaper.

One day I'll have a grown up purse again. In like 10 years.

the last couple weeks

I had the flu, a stomach bug, bought a house, and my girl has started walking. In a nutshell.

Sickness overcame me for way too long. So thankful for health. Also, very thankful that my girl didn't get it too bad. Only symptom of the flu that she had was a fever. it lasted a couple of days and went away. Only symptom of the stomach bug, was some slight diarrhea. I would much rather have had both of those.

Scott and I found a house we fell in love with. We put in an offer, had the inspection, and we close in 2 weeks. February 15th. The best Valentine's day present ever. EVER! It will be great to have our own house again. We have so appreciated being able to live here to get out of debt and are so thankful to have parents who would let us, but it's time.

I can't wait to have a garage, my own office/work space, kitchen, fireplace, bedroom, closet, etc.

Oh yes. Elle is walking...some. She is still a little shaky and would rather crawl most of the time, but she is getting more and more confident. She started at 9 1/2 months. I think that makes her a genius. Plus, the fact that she has a whole list of words she can say. Please and thank you, up, down, dog, and kitty. She also makes a motion for all done (hard to explain). She doesn't however say Ma Ma or Da Da on a regular basis. Those have been a little more difficult for some reason. She can say them, but she says Ma Ma Ma Ma Ma... or Da Da Da Da...

She is getting big, fast. She is going to be 1 year old very soon. VERY SOON! Especially with all the excitement of moving into a house. Yikes. We are going to be parents of a 1 year old!

Very random, but it was my life the last two weeks.

My child is a Billy Goat

Really.

Earlier, I cleaned out her diaper bag (movie tickets, receipts, puffs, etc). I was in a hurry, so I put them in a nice pile on my bedside table.

As I was typing the last blog, she managed to eat all of the puffs and get started on the movie ticket. It's almost gone.

Patience is a virtue...that I don't really care to learn

Honestly.

I know it probably is not a good thing that I don't want to learn patience. But, I know how God teaches patience. I don't want to learn. I've never asked for it and I'm sure God is trying to teach me, but that doesn't mean I want to.

As we have gone through the process of buying a house (well we had to get out of credit card debt first), I have never once asked for patience. Just like when I was trying to get pregnant. Or, when I was pregnant and waiting for my bundle of joy to come OUT!

And, even though I didn't ask for it, I think God is still trying to get it through my thick skull. I'm sure of it. Why else would it take a month to close on a house? Just because God is trying to teach me patience, right?

Okay, maybe it has something to do with all of the background checking up on both the seller and buyer that they have to do. I don't know. But, this is ridiculous. Next time I'm paying cash.

Probably not, but it would be nice.

All that to say. We are buying a house. I pretty nice house. I feel very blessed. I would never have guessed that this house would be our first home (that we bought). I'll post pictures when we are actually the proud owners. For now, you blog readers (all one of you) will have to wait. Besides, if you are reading, you probably already saw the pictures.

And, hopefully in the next few weeks I will have picked up some patience along the way.

a simple reminder

When I was pregnant my fingers swelled and I could no longer wear my wedding and engagement rings. My wonderful husband bought me a temporary ring from James Avery so that I wouldn't feel like I wasn't married at all. It wasn't the same, but it was sufficient.



After our little princess was born, my fingers shrunk, but never got back to their original size (despite the fact that I lost more weight than I gained). I had to get my rings re-sized.

When they were returned they fit great. My fingers even shrunk a little more which was nice. So, I had my rings back. I was married again. Then, the pearl started coming loose. I had to ship them off once again.

3 weeks later, I now have my engagement ring back :-)



I can't explain the feeling of having my rings back. I'm not a materialistic person, but these rings mean something to me. They remind me daily of the commitment I have made to my husband. To love him forever.

My husband also has been without a wedding band for about a year now. He jammed his finger doing something at work and since then he has not been able to fit his ring over his knuckle.

For Christmas, I bought him a new ring. Actually, it's the one he originally wanted, but I didn't think black was a romantic color for a wedding band. I was being silly. This ring is perfect for him. We picked his ring up yesterday. He is married again too. Although this picture makes it look like it is turning his hand black.



These rings, they are simple reminders.

a year later...

A year ago, my husband started his journey to firefighter.

A year ago I wrote the following to him (I actually read it):


Scott,

Jeremiah 29:11 says “For I know the plans I have for you declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans to give you a hope and a future”

God has plans for you in this job. I know you are nervous and it seems impossible, but lets take a step back and look at how you got here and how God‘s hand has been guiding you the entire way.

A few months ago you were changing your spark plugs and as I was sitting at the table with your mom, she mentioned something about the Garland Fire Department test coming up in October. I didn’t really think much about it at the time and even defended you b/c I didn’t want you to feel pressured to do something I thought you didn’t want to do. BUT, then I started thinking about it. Why didn’t you want to do it? Was it b/c you were afraid you wouldn’t get it? Well, I decided I wanted you to do it. I wanted you to take the test and go for it. I wanted to have security in knowing my husband could take care of his growing family if I decided I didn’t want to work. As selfish as that seems I think God was just planting the seed in me. He knew you wouldn’t do it on your own b/c you feared failure. He knew you wouldn’t do it if your parents said something b/c, well they’re your parents…what do they know?? As hard as it was for me to pressure you into something like that, I did it. I sat you down, told you what I needed/wanted from you and we signed you up to take the test.

October (insert date): it’s the big day. You didn’t want anyone to know you were taking the test…it was part of that fear you would fail thing, but I think somehow your mom knew. She had been praying for you b/c she’s a good mom like that. She knows that prayer is the most powerful weapon she can use for her children. So, you’re pretty nervous, but not too bad. You’ve taken the test before and scored 6 out of 700 plus people. This time 19 out of 700 plus people. You’re moving on. Thank you, God.

What’s next?? Physical agility. 2 days later you have to be there by 9:00 ready to do a list of physical tasks that are timed. A little nervous, but again, you’ve done this before and passed just fine. I didn’t go b/c I get too nervous watching things like this, but I prayed for you from home (pretty much the entire time you were gone). However, your dad, brother, and Colt were there to support and cheer you on. And, you had many other people praying for you that morning…most of them sitting here today. You passed. Thank you, God.

Then you bring home this GIANT background check packet to be completed and turned in within a couple of weeks. Still procrastinators at heart, we put it off and put it off. Finally we decide we should probably fill this thing out. We had done it before, it shouldn’t be too bad. Uh-Oh! What happened to all the information about your tickets?? Well, your wife, being the clean freak, everything has to be organized, person that I am just cleaned out all of my old files and threw all of them away. They were old and when on earth were we ever going to need that information? NOW! How do we get information about old tickets? We have to go to every single court house of the cities where you have gotten tickets. Even though you haven’t gotten one in 5 years, you weren’t so good as a teenager. Garland, Richardson, and Wylie. Is that all? We think so. I go to all of them and Garland and Richardson will give me your information, but Wylie won’t. You have to go. Do you remember almost giving up at this point?? Aren’t you glad you didn’t?? Packet done. Thank you God. Captain Morris calls…did you forget something in your packet?? HELLO, you had another ticket in Allen 5 years ago. How could you forget?? It’s okay though, he’s going to give you a chance to redeem yourself. Got it. Now it’s done. Passed. Thank you God.

Wow, have we really gotten this far?? Is this really going to happen?? Time for the interview. No biggie. Not that nervous. Talked to a few guys about it, get all dressed up, and head off. Enter room. Whoa! 15 guys looks like a lot more than it sounds. NERVOUS! You answer some questions and after getting feedback feel a little discouraged and worried. You talked to soft and didn’t seem sure about yourself or your answers. You took too long to respond and even though one guy thought you did okay, he’s not so sure about the rest. But, you passed. Thank you God!!!

So here you are number 9 and all you have left is the polygraph, chief interview, and physical. It seems so close, but you don’t want to celebrate b/c you are afraid it still won’t happen. I have to admit. Until this point, I didn’t think it was really going to happen. I know how hard it is to get hired on the Garland Fire Department and I thought it was too good to be true, but I also knew God was walking through this with you and he gave me that little glimmer of hope when there seemed to be none. At this point, I knew you were getting the job. I had my doubts of course b/c I know things can happen, but I knew you had the job. You are now number 9 on the list and they are hiring 10-12.

Polygraph. You were so nervous, it was kind of cute. Worried about music piracy. You had reason to be. I mean if Blake, who I’m not sure if he’s ever told a lie in his entire life, can fail a polygraph, then what is keeping you from failing?? Well Blake, he didn’t. So, turns out, your brother is more honest than you. Lie detector said so. Passed. Thank you, God.

As we all know things can change at the drop of a hat. One Sunday morning your dad is talking to Captain Morris at church who informs him that the Chief decided they can only hire 8 and he’s not budging. When your dad tells the story to us, he decideds to leave out the part that you are number 8!!! As your dad boldly stated “God is watching out for you”.

Chief interview. Passed. Not really an interview at all. You get a job offer and come home with an employee packet. Can we celebrate?? NO! Still have to get a physical.

Medical physical. Waiting FOREVER to get the results of your x-rays. Passed.

After what seems like forever, you are officially a Garland Fire Department Recruit. We can finally celebrate!

What does this mean? It means you are about to start the Garland Fire Academy. You are about to go through, from what I understand, can only be described as training hell. You are about to be tested beyond your limits to see if you have what it takes to be a Garland Firefighter. I assure you, you don’t. I know you are nervous and you should be. Fortunately, you have someone watching out for you. You have someone who is stronger and smarter than any chief or captain will ever be. You have a God who obviously wants you to succeed. If you can remember to draw your strength from him, you will have what it takes to be a Garland Firefighter. You will be the best, b/c God is the best.

Colossians 3:23 says “do everything as if you are doing it for the LORD”. I challenge you to wake up at 5:00 every morning and remember who you are going to work for. He got you this far and he will get you the rest of the way.

All of these people are here today b/c they love you and want to show their support. We are all behind you 100 percent. We will be here to encourage you when you feel like giving up. We will be here to celebrate with you when you feel great. We will be here to pray for you every step of the way. We will be here b/c we are your familyand we are so proud of what you have accomplished. You did it babe! You did it! The journey is going to be long, but that’s why God put all of these people in your life. There was a time in your life when you felt like you had no friends. Look around this room. God has been and will always be watching out for you.


Today, I have the privilege to wake up 2 out of 3 days next to the cutest firefighter around. You did it BABE! You made it through the Academy and through being "the rookie". I'm so proud of you and so glad you love your job as much as you do.



I am writing this blog as a reminder of God's favor in my life. A reminder of the blessings he has poured upon my family. I don't ever want to forget that it is because of Him that I am living this life. I am so grateful for all of these blessings and the great things God has done during 2010 (more to come about that later).



Thank you God. Thank you Scott.

2011 goals

1. walk 4x a week (already failed at this one due to really COLD weather!) I will accomplish this though and it will become a habit.

2. no texting while driving. period. ever.
I try not to do this as I think it is stupid, but sometimes I catch myself responding with a quick yes or no. not good.

3. Take more time for myself to spend journaling, playing my violin, and reading my Bible. Haven't quite figured this one out yet, but it will happen.

Reilly Genia Shea Harrison

That's my sister. My biological sister. This post is dedicated to her.



She holds a huge piece of my heart. She has brought me joy, tears, laughter, and many bruises :-)



When my parents first got us, I had just started 1st grade. So, I left every morning to go to school, which meant my sister and mom got lots of bonding time. I love to hear stories from this time.

My favorite....

Mom wants to work out. Drops Reilly off at child care at the "club". Mom starts working out and breaking a sweat (a big deal for her). Reilly is screaming in the child care. Child care calls my mom down to room. Mom has to take Reilly home. Mom lectures 3 year old Reilly all the way home. Next day... Reilly says "Mommy go to pug". HUH??? "Mommy go to pug, Reilly won't cry". AH! So cute.

second favorite....

Mom goes to bathroom. Reilly follows, sticks her hands under the door saying "Mommy! Mommy!".



I wish I had known she was cute back then. I missed it.

I LOVE YOU REILLY GENIA SHEA HARRISON!!

....and it continues

Well, I figured it was time to write more of my story. It is very slowly coming together. If you haven't read the first few posts about this topic, you have some catching up to do (otherwise it won't make sense). So, I've kindly posted links to the first few posts :-)

In the beginning

First step to true love

Stories from foster care

Step 1 meet parents

So, I left off telling you about the roller coaster my parents went through to get us. After the final decision was made that we would be theirs, it was time for us to be a family!

September 11, 1992 - the day we moved in. I had just started 1st grade and Reilly was 2 & 1/2. My parents had their hands full to say the least. My mom took 8 weeks (I think) of maternity leave and was very ready to go back to get a break from us. Can you imagine getting a 6 year old and a 2 1/2 year old at once? I have a 9 month old and she enough to handle right now. Amazing parents I have. Simply amazing.

So there was a period of time before the adoption was legal. We had to go before a judge, get our names legally changed, and literally we were "reborn". I think it was 6 months later, but I could totally be wrong. I'm sure my dad will correct me if I am. That day came. I forgot to mention that in my dad's dream we were wearing red plaid dresses with scottie dogs on them. So, guess what we were wearing...you guessed it. Red plaid dresses with scottie dogs. We stood before the judge as my parents went through all the legal stuff until we were FINALLY theirs!


And, I thought it was hard to wait 9 months for my princess. At least they got two out of the deal :-)

We became the Harrison family. 4 of us. I had parents again. I had stability.

...stay tuned.