You know you’re a big family when…

*People count the number of your children out loud when you’re in public.

*People ask, “Are they all yours?”

*You have at least 3 bunk beds set up in your home.

*Almost everyone you know has less children than you do.

*People say, “Wow!  How do you manage?”

*People ask you, out of the blue, if you are Mormon or Catholic.

*You buy your pots and pans in the restaurant supply store.

*”Family size” portions aren’t big enough.

*You complain, “Doesn’t anyone make large dining table anymore??”

*A mini-van is not big enough.

*You’ve heard “Don’t you know what causes that?” more times than you’d care to remember.

*You’ve forgotten what it’s like to be alone anywhere else but in the bathroom.

*Your children never run out of playmates among their siblings.

*Everything you buy is in bulk.

*People ask, “Don’t you get overwhelmed?”

*You and your husband can no longer hold each child’s hand while crossing the street.

*It takes a wonderfully long time to hug and kiss everybody.

*You realize that few houses are designed with your family in mind.

*People ask you if you’ve ever accidentally left any of your children behind.

*Life around your family never seems boring or dull.

And my personal favorite — *One of your children looks wistfully at the newborn and asks you, “Can’t you have another baby really soon?  I hardly get to hold this one because everybody else is taking turns.”

Mom & Dad were telling us jokes from different SK papers they’ve picked up recently. This one was just too good to pass up!

Deer Crossing

A crew of highway maintenance workers was sent to repair some road signs that vandals had knocked down in a forested area.  The first one they put back up was a symbol warning of a deer crossing.  As they moved down the road to repair the next sign, one crew member looked back and spotted a deer running across the highway.  Turning to a co-worker, he said, “I wonder how long he’s been waiting to cross??”

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