In late 2001, Sarah, a charmingly obnoxious, high heel-wearing, financial whiz, clothes-collecting New York City snob met Dave, a brilliant, long-haired, musical, linguistically accomplished aerospace engineer from Georgia slightly more obnoxious than she. They fell in love on a dare and got married six months later.
Now they are the parents of seven slightly obnoxious children (and being young and Catholic, are probably only just over halfway done makin’ brats), living in the south, dreaming of a homestead with chickens and goats, and trying to learn to garden. Last year they ate two tomatoes and a piece of lettuce that cost about $347 in gardening supplies, but chalk it up to the rising price of organic produce these days.
Sarah spends most of her time making food from absolute scratch in traditional preparations, including the use of “a great big dipperful of lard from that drippins can,” plenty of grassfed butter, coconut oil, raw milk, pastured meat, fermented veggies and beverages, and limited, traditionally prepared grains, seeds and nuts.
Speaking of nuts, these guys are nuts about budgeting, and are slowly but surely getting out of debt by being as frugal as possible and utilizing Sarah’s accounting/finance background. She knows it’s nerdy but she really gets satisfaction from finishing a good bank rec. (Update: We’re debt free as of August 2011! FREEDOM!)
Know what also saves money? Using cloth diapers and “hangin’ 44 pairs of socks on the line.” OK, who are we kidding, we don’t even own a matching pair of socks among the 9 of us (especially since Dave and the kids are barefooters). A recovering clotheshorse, Sarah has learned to sew for herself and the children, and tries to keep total outfits limited in number in order to avoid drowning in laundry (which happens anyway). And since the best fabric is free fabric, she often clothes the children in country florals, much to the chagrin of her still-snobbish fashionista sisters in Brooklyn.
These two crazies follow a relaxed homeschooling, life-learning philosophy and don’t buy plastic, battery-operated single-purpose toys or have a television or video games, so the kids are forced to live life the old fashioned way – playing with rocks, dirt or string. But that’s ok, what parent hasn’t wanted to walk through the house picking up their kids’ toys and throwing them straight into the bin? These parents can do that without guilt because the kids are playing with *actual* trash.
But they’re obviously not totally anti-technology. After all, Sarah has used blogging in lieu of baby books since 2005, which brings us to this page. So, as they muddle their way through, trying to raise children who love Christ and are healthy and creative, welcome to a glimpse into their world, and don’t forget to comment.