Liberty’s chopping onions for me. I hear a cry from the kitchen, asked if all was well, thinking there may be blood.
Nope. “My eyes hurt.” was the reply. Whew.
by Adrienne
Liberty’s chopping onions for me. I hear a cry from the kitchen, asked if all was well, thinking there may be blood.
Nope. “My eyes hurt.” was the reply. Whew.
A homeschooling mother of ten, ages 21 and under, Oma to one, I chronicle life, laughs, struggles, and lessons learned as I raise a larger-than-most sized family and try to laugh about the craziness.