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.

1.19.2012

A good looker. Or finder. Or something like that.

Eden lost the spoon she’d taken with her to scrape the scraps to the chickens tonight. It was dark, and she and Liberty asked for help in finding it.

“Am I going to go out there and immediately find it? How well did you look?”

“We really looked for it. It’s not out there,” Eden said.

“She’ll probably find it right away, Eden. Mommma’s a good looker,” Liberty said.

I giggled. Then I had to explain the old good “looker” comment that you just never hear anymore. Or at least, I certainly don’t.

They both giggled and told me I was a good finder. Then they assured me that they think I’m cute too.

Funniness.

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