Cookie Cutter People

So I am driving along with the kiddos and all is well. We are playing the game we call “Guess the Song”. Just something to pass the hour drive to the closest medium town. The older kids are getting them left and right, while Peyton sits pouting. He is younger and therefore doesn’t know as many. I ignore him. Why? Because he is acting foolish. Then, he makes the sad mistake of saying that it isn’t fair.

I saw red.

I calmly pull the truck over and verbally lay into my son. Now, I know you all probably think I am just awful but honestly, I don’t care. See, this is how I see it. If I would have coddled my son at that moment, I would have done him great harm.

He needs me to be honest with him.

He needs me to tell him to suck it up and get over it.

And so I did.

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My Momma

I think I am going to start listing links to NAF again. These are my two most recent blog posts.



My Momma


Entertaining Modern Morons

The New Authors Fellowship

As some of may know,I am posting at a joint blog. I mirrored my posts for a few weeks but find it is difficult to keep up with.I am going to post links below so all of you may link there easily.Love you all and thank you for all of your support.

The New Authors Fellowship - http://newauthors.wordpress.com/

On Facebook - http://www.facebook.com/pages/The-New-Authors-Fellowship/304387794426?v=wall&ref=mf

On Facebook networked blogs - http://apps.facebook.com/blognetworks/blog/the_new_authors_fellowship/

Love Letter

Focus On the Family is having a love letter contest. I thought I would share the link with all of you and my letter.

http://valentines.focusonthefamily.com/#/home

No amount of words can truly describe how much I love you. A lifetime of your company is just barely enough time to know you fully. You are a blessing I have been given from God above and I will treasure you fully as our hair greys, our joints ache and our minds grow feeble. All these things I write and I mean them so but why do I want to grow old with you, my beloved? I can only say that you make me want to live until I die and dying will not be sorrowful because I lived life with you.

Our children will tell stories of our love and will in turn know how God intended a man and woman to live. They will tell how you adored me and I you. They will speak of sacrifice, hard work and laughter. But best of all, they will have learned how to love themselves. And we will rock in chairs upon our front porch and speak fondly of days gone by. And when I draw my last breath and you your's, Then I will know that the choice we made so many years before was the best choice we could have ever made. The rough journey of life was smoother because of you , my beloved. I will thank the Lord for the gift and enter heaven at peace in my soul.

Peace, love and God's will.

Don't Eat Yellow Snow

I know this is an old saying but today, it applies.

As I have mentioned before, we store water and do not have a well. Our storage containers are 300 gallons. You would think these would not freeze but they do. We have two 300 gallon ice cubes. Knowing the weather was going to get cold, I had my two oldest boys fill our drinking water containers. Guess what? They only filled two out of five containers. Instead of 30 gallons of drinking water, we had 10.

You can imagine my irritation this morning when I went to make coffee and tea and had no water. Needless to say, my boys had no excuse other than laziness. So they spent a good amount of the day collecting snow to melt for water. They quickly learned about yellow snow. They also learned that a five gallon container of snow only melts down into about a half a gallon of water. Bet they fill ALL the water jugs next time I ask them to.

Peace, love and God’s will.

I Do Not Negotiate With Terrorists

I do not negotiate with terrorist! That is one of my favorite things to say to my children when they ask why they can’t do or have what they want. I say it in jest but really I mean it and they know it.

This post is in response to yesterday’s post. Little Bobby was being a terrorist. Fools negotiate with terrorist and I am no fool. The problem with it is the terrorist is never appeased. They will only want more and more until you have given them everything you have and it is your fault because you didn’t want to deal with it and thought bowing down would be easier.

As a mother of five, I tend to run the house like boot camp. Order and routine are essential to keep everything running smoothly. It is also important to the general happiness of my children. Days when our routine is not kept, they tend to argue and disobey more often. Structure is needed not only for them but for me.

A few wonderful sayings my children will repeat when they are older:

1. I do not negotiate with terrorists.

2. Suck it up, life is not fair.

3. Doing right and being right are two very different things.

4. On Sunday morning, can you stand in front of a church full of people and say or do that? Yeah, I didn’t think so.

5. What part of NO do you not understand?

6. I do know where you sleep. Wink!

Peace, love and God’s will.

Parenting 101

Sometimes, I want to smack people. Have you ever gone to the store or a restaurant and heard a cranky little one? That does not bother me. I mean, they are children and do not know yet how to communicate their feelings or control their moods. They are learning and there has to be a curve.

Something that does bother me is the grumpy bystanders that turn their noses up and whisper under their breath how awful a child is. Get over yourself people! Once upon a time, you were a tired baby. You had a wet diaper and missed your nap. Have a little compassion. Can’t you see the worn and weary Momma struggling to make it through her shopping?

To the other extreme, sometimes I want to smack a parent. Have you ever gone to the store and seen a parent negotiating with their undeserving child? It will go something like this.

“Mommy, I want (insert whatever item the rotten child wants.)”

“No Bobby, not today.”

Bobby whines, Bobby cries, Bobby throws himself on the floor. Mommy caves because she is too weak to hold her ground. Bobby is rewarded for his bad behavior and Mommy lost a little more control of her home. Mommy needs smacked.

Don’t get me wrong, I have fit in that last category once or twice. Shame on me. I needed to be properly smacked. I was creating a beast. I had to tame it and caused myself more heartache because of it.

Remember, discipline is love. Discipline is boundaries in a world gone a bit insane. Discipline creates a safe and happy environment for everyone in the home and prepares your children for a life that is not always easy. I do not think a busting is always the answer but am not afraid to pop the rod across a deserving rear-end. I would much rather my child to have a hurt pride and sore hinny than to be unprepared for life.

Peace, love and God’s will.