a big (little) family

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

Mmm, chicken.

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We got 12 broiler chicks last Saturday. At the moment, they are in a giant wooden box (thanks, Dad!) in the garage. Sterling and Ruby have taken to running down about once per hour to check on them. “Momma! They have blood on them!” Oh honey. That’s their behind. It’s supposed to be pink. No […]

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Dear Charlotte, I appreciate your attempts to be thrifty. Adding water to my face wash was a nice touch. It’ll stretch so much farther now. I’m not sure I like the new consistency, but I’m sure it’ll pour grow on me. The eating toothpaste habit we must discuss. I’m about to make everyone use baking […]

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Cereal confessions.

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Charlotte eats Cheerios. A lot. This morning, the first box I found suitable to pick up with her fingers was chocolate cheerios. (Insert here that I did not grow up with sugar cereal. Not once that I can recall did we get cereal with sugar already on it in the box. I’m pretty sure I […]

Dear, bickering children. How’s this one going to play out?

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In the middle of putting another coat of polyurethane on our new stools, the kitchen table is covered with newspapers as a work area and out of use for eating at the moment. When Sterling and Ruby asked where they could eat lunch, I suggested one of them take the high chair. Sterling said he […]

Blessings, regularity, and bugs that I could do without.

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Yesterday’s tick count for this family: 9. That, added to the one I found on Charlie on Monday would indicate that it’s going to be an itchy spring, I’m thinking.  Just thinking about it makes my skin crawl. Charlotte woke up dry this morning – it’s happened a few times lately. Plopping her on the […]

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You know that wonderful feeling of a freshly scrubbed floor on bare feet? We so do not have that going on right now. The bottoms of my feet, awake for two hours, would indicate it’s time to mop. Hello springtime.

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Name that photo.

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  Words cannot explain. Like mother like daughter. Sort of. When I was about 16 and suggested to my father, he told me if I did that, I had to put a ring in it and then he could pull me around by it. Point taken. No nose ring at 16. So I waited 9 […]

Unexcitable.

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Blaine says you can tell we have a lot of kids by our reactions these days. Sterling was in the kitchen eating when he started crying. I ignored him. It wasn’t an “attention necessary” kind of cry, ya know? Blaine one upped me. He hollered, “Is there blood?” and then went back to what he […]