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.


What are the chances?

Last week, I washed and rewashed the couch covers, trying to get out Charlotte’s dry-erase marker drawings. Giving up, I put them back on the couch, priced dye and remained indecisive on whether to let well enough alone or attempt to dye them from tan to a dark brown.

Today, having eaten leftover sloppy joe (from the meal Pierce has displayed on his face in an earlier post) during school instructions, my dirty fork lie in a nearly empty bowl on the coffee table.

Dear child, in one fell motion, lowered a foot, the fork flew like a catapult and decorated my freshly labored-over couch in greasy, tomato-doused meat.

What are the chances?!

I grouched, sprayed, soaked, and told dear child my true feelings.

I am impressed. That couldn’t ever happen again quite so efficiently, no matter who tried. But please don’t try.

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