Lying here at midnight with my new baby girl in my arms, my house is silent and everything is beyond still. I look at my beautiful baby and I’m filled with so much love and butterflies in my tummy that I could literally burst. It’s feeding time and I’m hoping that Purdeys tiny, kitten like cry isn’t going to wake any of the children up who are fast asleep in the room next to us. It’s moments like these I wish I could bottle, that I could live in forever, where everything is peaceful and care free also most importantly, quiet.
Because quiet is a luxury in our house, in fact I’d go as far as saying I’d hate to live next door to us, not that we’re bad, horrid, unkempt, rowdy, party throwing ASBO holders, but we are in fact a noisy larger than life bunch who purely based on the number of us tend to stand out from the crowd.
Myself and my husband are proud mummy and daddy to six vibrant little people, three of whom are currently under the age of two and a half. We own a very large Labrador crossed with a blood hound who takes up half of any room due to his sheer size as well as eight fluffy, squeely guinea pigs. Along side this I also have my own nonprofit guinea pig rescue, so can double the amount of piggies at any time.
Our house is in fact a madhouse. It’s a madhouse that I’m so proud of and I love very very much, it’s a house I invest a lot of time and care into, a house that I organise and keep clean and tidy at all times, not because I have to, but because I want to, I think most people would assume a house of eight people would be impossible to care for and have any pride in but it really isn’t. My house is not perfect I still have a full washing basket from time to time and yes my skirting board in the living room could do with a touch up, the kids rooms have to be tidied daily but between us all we manage it and we do while filling this little house with lots of noise, giggles, laughter, smiles, farts, burps and smelly feet and most importantly, love.
This is where I’ll be writing my blog that will be full of tales of living with a large family, there’s never a dull day in our house and there’s always something to relay a story about which is exactly what I intend to do. Even now, as my number four comes into our bedroom after vomiting all over the place for the second time today, there is always something eventful going on.
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Purdey makes 6 X