Unfortunately, while I'm busy mothering twelve children, home schooling five of them, and helping my husband out with the business aspects of his medical practice, the day gets away from me, and by evening I realize that I didn't get to give Ephraim many of his bottles, play with him as much as I would have liked, or always snuggle him to sleep and read him a bedtime story. I may be missing out, but Ephraim certainly isn't. Even after five months the new hasn't worn off, and the girls still argue about who gets to pick out his clothes and dress him, give him bottles, push him in his stroller, and play with him. If I find myself tied up on the telephone or helping Bailey out with the insurance claims when bedtime rolls around, I usually find one of the little girls snuggled up with him and reading him a story. Ephraim seems to enjoy the books, and the girls love to practice their new kindergarten and first-grade reading skills.
I'm a work-at-home mom of thirteen children ranging in age from twenty-six years old to five months old. Eight are home grown and five were adopted internationally (Russia, Guatemala, Vietnam and Ethiopia). We live on an 85-acre farm, and we have home schooled since 1986. My husband is a family physician in solo practice. I manage his practice and file the insurance claims.