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.


Eau de ewww.

For the last three weeks, we’ve been raising  broiler chicks in the garage. For the last one week, I’ve been smelling the broiler chicks in my house.

It smells like a barn in here.

While two in diapers are other random children leaving messes in other random places, my house doesn’t always smell so rosy. It often smells like bleach (or Simple Green Lemon, my cleaner of choice) from cleaning up those messes.

I cannot bleach away the scent of the chicks. It is time for them to move to the barn, thankyouverymuch.

It took some convincing to get Blaine to believe me that it stinks in here. Then his stuffy nose unstuffed and I won that discussion, hands down.

When the eau de chick poop overpowers the eau de oil based paint I’m using on the bathroom vanity, something is desperately wrong.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Thanks for the laugh of the day. I needed it.