Everyone Thinks They Have the Best Dog…

… and none of them are wrong.

Dad bought Mom a black lab when the first got married so when I was little, Max, was the best dog in the world. He would even put up with difficult little kid like me. We used to have two tables in the kitchen. 1 was the normal kitchen table and the other was our mini table for us kids. The mini table was covered in arts and crafts.

One of the ways I would play with max is I would take my crayons and stick them in his ears. He wouldn’t do much. He was pretty old at that point. Patti would look over at he and holler at me. “Hannah, take those out of Max’s ears!” She would say. I would explain that he liked it and he wanted to play. I would justify it.

I loved American girl dogs when I was little so I had a bunch of doll clothes. You can probably guess how I included Max in my doll playing. I would be in the kitchen near Max’s bed and be putting



When Mom Needs a Time-Out…

Who would have thunk Mom needed a time out sometimes. Now it’s not what you think. I never put Mom in a time-out… let me explain. I have two other siblings. I’m sure any Mom with more than one kid knows that it is hand full and can get very overwhelming at time. Let’s face it, you’re out numbered. We we’re active kids none-the-less. if you’ve read any of my previous posts, you’d know, I was not an easy kid to tame. The story I am going to tell is one of those stories that you’re mom doesn’t tell you until you are older and mature enough understand why she did what she did.

This story, as told by Patti, happened on an average day. The kids (my siblings and I) were getting rambunctious and were misbehaving. There are always going to be times when the kids just won’t listen and it can become very frustrating. Kids are relentless. Sometimes, when Patti felt her frustrations getting the best of her, she would walk into the bathroom of her master bedroom, shut the door, and sit on the side of her tub and count down from ten while taking deep breaths. This would calm her down and then she would be able to handle the situation with a stronger will than just yelling at the kids and making matters even worse (yelling still happens but anyway…)

On this particular day, five-year-old Hannah (that’s me (-; in the pic above) was trying to get mom’s attention while the other kids were also vying for her full attention. Patti decided she needed a time out too cool off; so she started walking into her bedroom. Hannah followed her, repeatedly asking, “Mom, where are you going?” until Patti turned around at the doorway of the bathroom. Hannah was looking up at her waiting for her question to be answered. Patti slowly shut the door, sat on the edge of the bathtub, and took her 10 deep breaths to cool down. Patti stood up to open the door and walk back out to the family room where the kids were, but stopped because Hannah was still standing at the entrance, where Patti had left her. Hannah looked up at Patti with a suspicious look on her face and said in her five-year-old voice, “What were you doing in there? I did not hear you pee!”

Nothing gets by a five-year-olds.

Mother’s Day

When your kids are young, the Mother’s Day celebration needs to be put on by dad! The “be nice to mom” attitude comes from dad or a family member ingraining it into the kid year by year. Even if your kid doesn’t like to listen now or doesn’t understand what Mother’s Day is for, when they grow up, they will….As long as you give them good food when they come home to visit. I hope and PRAY that I can cook like you someday or else, you’ll never get rid of me!! Follow @hannahgardella on instagram for more inside scoop

Hey Mom, thanks for helping me make eggplant park over Mother’s Day weekend. Never tastes the same when I make it without you.

“Go to your Room!”

We all know the old school punishment from parents “Go to your Room!” I think this was implemented into parent’s everyday discipline because parents wanted to brush the issue under the rug or into the kids bedroom so they could continue on with what they needed or wanted to get done in that moment. The kid(s) were interrupting or causing chaos, therefore, moving their chaos to another location fixed the problem. When I was little and I would either talk back, or continue to do something I was told not to do, my mom would tell me to go to my room for doing that specific action.

I was lucky enough as a young kid to have my own bedroom and not need to share a room with either of my siblings. We didn’t have a play room, just the family room – so all of my toys were…can you guess? They were in my bedroom. I had two closets – one fully of clothes and one full of all the toys a young girl could desire. When my “punishment was up” my mom would come up stairs and talk to me about what I did wrong and then tell me the punishment was over so I was able to come out of my room. Many times, I would stay in my room.

Finally, it came to a point my mom would tell me to go to my room and I would skip up the stairs and yell “okay! I love my room!” I can’t tell you if I yelled this words in spite of my punishment or if I really just loved my room, but whats’ not to love? I have everything a kid could ask for in there.


Time-out Crisis

What do you do when your kid is misbehaving? … Put them in time-out, right? This is what one would think. If you read “Go to your Room!” you’ll understand why it is so hard to punish difficult kids and discipline them with tactics that are known to do the trick. I’ll give you an example: When the ‘go to your room’ punishment didn’t work, my Mom resorted to the put your kid in timeout in a neutral place in the house and the kid need to stay their for a number of minutes that matches their age. My mom would tell me to sit on the bottom step on the staircase for 4 minutes (because I was 4 years old) and I would get up when four minutes was up.


Basically, I could do whatever I wanted as long as I didn’t get off the step. I would dance on the step and sing all my favorite songs on the step and I would make up my own songs. I found a lot of games to play on the time-out step. Eventually, my mom would say I could get off the step and I started answering, “no, I like the step!”

disciplining difficult kids who like their punishments…not an easy job.