Little Houses

Every once in a while Jacob will trip over a toy, or a book, or another random child's item that seems to endlessly be adorning our floors and under his breath will mumble, "We need a bigger house."

So I've thought about this a bit. This house is I guess what we call our "starter home" that has been "starting" us for the last 6 years. I've brought home 3, almost 4 of my babies home to this house. It's the only place any of my children know as home. And yes, although there are days I sigh as I look at the carpet that needs to be replaced, the paint jobs that haven't been finished, and the dilemmas of deciding where to put stuff, I really have loved this little house of ours. Perhaps it's the memories. Perhaps it's being with the people I love the most.

Whenever Jacob says this, I can't help but think of a Doug Stone song that says:

Love grows best in little houses, with fewer walls to separate,
Where you eat and sleep so close together,
You can't help but communicate,
Oh, and if we had more room between us, think of all we'd miss,
Love grows best in houses just like this.

So for now I'll just keep singing this song to remind me how much I'm gaining in this little house of ours and not what I'm missing.

At least we have a hallway where my little cherubs can entertain themselves and giggle as they scoot each other back and forth in the laundry basket:



And just in case you're wondering, in the first picture Allie is holding up her CTR ring that she lost on Sunday and it finally showed up again. She was one happy little lady!

And times like this I'm one happy Mom.

Until I trip over a toy in the middle of the night that starts blaring a song at me. Then I think, we need a bigger house.