a big (little) family: Dear, dear Ruby. Thanks for keeping me humble.

Primarily written by Adrienne, a homeschooling mother of seven, ages 10 and under. She chronicles life, laughs, struggles, and lessons learned as she raises a larger-than-most sized family and tries to figure out what she's doing day by day.

With occasional posts, Alexandra, Adrienne's older sister, writes of her ranch life in Nevada and raising four sons, ages 5 and under. Life is never dull and her boys have given her some pretty awesome stories to tell.

Stick around awhile, and you're sure to laugh, nod, smile, be encouraged, and see what life is like with a big (little) family.

1.20.2012

Dear, dear Ruby. Thanks for keeping me humble.

We were digging through boxes of clearanced mittens and other miscellaneous at the local 1/2 of 1/2 store. You know, $.49 for a brand new Children’s Place hat, simply because it’s last season or needs about 3 stiches to close the seam that’s split a bit? This is how I clothe my children. Love it.

Ruby found newborn tights. “Mom, tights!”

“But we don’t have anyone that size.”

“Oh. Well, Pierce could wear them!”

“Pierce is a boy, honey. No tights for Pierce.”

A fifty-something lady nearby snickered.

Then Ruby found a bra. It came complete with cleavage, none of the wearer seemed to be required. She hollers at the top of her three year old little lungs, “Mom! Boobs! I can be like you!”

The lady snorted. I took the easy route.

In a completely deadpan voice, I said, “Oh, how nice Ruby. You’ll be beautiful.”

Pretty sure that lady would have had milk coming out of her nose. You know, if she’d have been drinking anything.