a big (little) family

Trying to maintain my sanity and live to blog about it.

Fair? You decide.

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“Eenie, meanie, mynie, mo, catch a tiger by the toe, my mother said to pick the very best one and Liberty and I get to go first,” Ruby sang in a sing song voice. “She doesn’t really know how to do that,” Eden said. Or she does. Sounds like she got precisely what she was […]

C, P, and sleep!

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Pierce joined the ranks in the kids’ bedroom last night. Six beds in one bedroom creates an interesting dilemma. How, oh how, do you keep the walkways clear?! My temptation to wake up offending children around 3am when I’m stumbling around clothes and toys trying to get to a crying child is strong. I’ve resisted, […]

Ponderings from a sleep-deprived mind.

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Why is it that when you’re comforting a crying child in the night, you’ve rubbed their back and they are well on their way to sleep again, you sneak out, climb back into your own bed, get all settled in, and then they realize you are gone and decide to resume the crying? Maybe this […]

Belle.

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Meet Belle, Pierce’s new best friend. He thinks her skin is looking a little tight though. He’ll help her out with that. Hold still, puppy. It’ll only hurt for a minute. There! So much better.

Recipes

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Recipes we’ve enjoyed lately, complete with commentary:   Oatmeal Beer Bread 2 cups flour 1 1/4 cups oatmeal 1 T baking powder 1 tsp. salt 2 T brown sugar 2 T honey 12 oz. beer 1/4 cup melted butter Grease loaf pan. In a bowl, mix dry ingredients, pour honey over dry ingredients, then beer […]

Stepping back.

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Yesterday, I posted an ad on Craigslist to sell our goats. After holding onto them long past needing them, it was time. I’m stretched thin with too many things to do and not enough time to get it all done, and milking goats was not real high on my list of things I wanted to […]

Dear Pierce,

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They make these contraptions called binkies. They can be there when I’m not available. You know. Like All. Night. Long. You should try it sometime. One night soon, you’ll be on your own. That new habit of grunting at me to roll over every two hours so you can get a fresh supply? It’s not […]

Thought for today.

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When your dear daughter, age eight, finds the recipe for the 9×13 pan of bars she’s been asked to make and she asks if she should make a double or triple batch and acts surprised when informed a single will be plenty… is that when you know your family is approaching the big side of […]

Potty tales.

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Scene 1: Took Charlotte’s night diaper off of her this morning. Told her she had to go in the toilet today. Took her potty. Over. And over. And over. Nothing. No accidents, but no successes. Nap diaper: soaked. Over. And over. No successes. Find her in her bedroom piling every clothing article on her puddle. […]