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Ha! Says who? I have a book with the above title. Funniest joke ever. There is no discipline without distress when it comes to Addyson. Might I add that the one in distress is not always the three year old? Nope. Sometimes it’s me…the thirty four year old.

Here’s how it usually plays out…

Addyson “Can I have a ______________?”
Me, in all my infinite wisdom deeming the requested item not necessary “No, not right now.”
Addyson “Can I have a (same item)?”
Me “I said no.”
Addyson “Can I have a (same item again…this time with panic and, yep…distress, in her voice)?”
Me, trying and failing to remain calm “No! Don’t ask again or you will sit in timeout!”

She asks again, as I knew she would. I knew when I mentioned timeout that I would, indeed, be putting her there.

So, to timeout she goes. Crying and screaming ensues. Distress. For me, for her. It’s pure insanity.

Just once I would love to say “no,” and be met with “Okay, mommy. You of course know what’s best for me, so I won’t continue to pester you until you want to pull out your hair.” Just once. Call me crazy (you wouldn’t be the first), but I don’t think that’s too much to ask. Not just once anyway.

You know you're a mom, when suddenly all the "if you don't pick that up it's going it the trashes" become reality and you go on a rampage, throwing away anything and everything in your path.

You know you're a mom when you are certain that if you hear the voice of just one more person in the next five seconds...demanding yet one more thing of you...you might just SNAP!

You know you're a mom when you're late to your own party! This meme that is ;) It's up!! Sorry it's late. It's been a hectic couple of days.

We have been contemplating selling our horses.  No one ever rides them.  Where on earth are we supposed to find the time for that?  So, they sit, and they eat (which is expensive), and we feel guilty.  We do have someone who comes out to ride them once each week…but it hardly seems like enough.  In fact, I know it’s not enough.  Sigh.

I am torn over it.  On one hand, they are both great (I mean really great) horses.  They are ideal for us, and when the kids are old enough (pft, looks like that will be sooner than I think), they will be the perfect horses for them too.  They are extremely well trained.

That’s the current dilemma in the desert.  To keep ‘em or not.   Not sure what the right answer is, but I do know this…we would have some very disappointed little cow-kids if the horses weren’t around anymore.

Happy Thanksgiving! Here's to hoping this holiday finds you and yours happy, healthy and well fed. And now...here are three of the people I am most thankful for.

My kids...I love you!

On a daily basis my kids say things that simultaneously astound me and make me laugh. Each time, I tell myself to write it down...but I just never do. Today I'm taking a few minutes to jot down some of the latest things they've said which stick in my memory.

Colton:
- Apparently working on his red neck dialect... "Mom, if you were a witch, that wouldn't be any no good."

-Seeing a scorpion on our patio..."Moooom...A wobster!"

-Smelling something, I ask Colton if he tooted. He replies "No, mom...that's your breath."

Addyson:
-She comes out with glossy lips and I ask her "what's on your lips?" To which she replies, as if it should be obvious, "lip gloss." Well, it MIGHT have been obvious if she actually owned lip gloss.

-Having been put in timeout..."Mommy??? I guess you just don't love me anymore."

-"Mom...this is the song I dance to with Drew...so it's making me have tears."

-Accustomed to piling on the jewelry, she comes out with just one necklace in hand and says..."Mom...can you just put this one on me? I only want to be a little bit beautiful today."

Really thinking I need to be better about writing this stuff down. Somewhere. There will come a day when we all appreciate seeing it again. But this is a start.