I just shouldn't. A lot of people, they look at the Duggars and think they're crazy. Me, I look at them and get a little jealous. When I was a kid, I always said I wanted 12 or 13 of my own. I don't know why, really. Hazards of being raised as an only child. My aunt had five kids and whenever I went over there it was so much more fun. Which is kind of a funny thing to say, given that my aunt was batshit crazy and used to beat the shit out of her kids on a regular basis, but it really was a better environment than my own house.
A couple of Saturdays ago I was blog-surfing, this occasional thing where I click a random link in the blogroll of someone I read regularly, then when I get bored there I click on a random link in their blogroll, and so on until I hit a dead-end (someone who has no blogroll, something that I only think is a blog, someone who hasn't updated since2009, that sort of thing). Somehow I stumbled upon a blog written by a gal with a dozen kids and five grandkids and from there I was down the rabbit hole. Twelve kids...ten kids...ten kids...eight kids...five, no, six, no, seven kids! Cool. I haz jealousy. (Yes, yes, I'm crazy. Didn't we establish that years ago?)
I don't remember the blog I started out on, but this is where I finished up: Momma Bug's Blog. Seven kids! Including a little girl born on Easter Sunday. They live on a hill (mountain?) in Idaho, a bit below a brother and sister-in-law (I think) who seem to have a passel of kids of their own. It's a fascinating look into an unusual sort of life. They live off-grid and seem to still be building their cabin. She homeschools, had a homebirth, and they're very devout.
They even let their daughters wear pants, which seems like some sort of miracle.
I will eventually get bored with this blog, probably. I don't have a good track record with mommy blogs. Right now, though, I find it deeply fascinating and am reading back through the archives, something I haven't felt the urge to do since I decided to dig into Erik's blog.