What Else Can I Say? She's Ornery Onnie

She's been ornery. That's all there is to it. I spent about a half hour looking for my bag tonight. I've gotten in the habit of sitting it on the loft steps when I come in the house. I needed my check book out of it. It wasn't on the steps. I thought, ok, where did I put it? Did I leave it in the car - go check - no. Was it in my room? no. In the den? no. Not in the kitchen, living room, or entry way. No idea. About to give up, I realized SHE'D done something with it (I didn't want to accuse her without knowing for sure but when it wasn't ANYWHERE I figured it was safe to assume and to speculate it's location based on that). So I start thinking - where would she hide this thing? Found it! The tall, narrow steps to the loft are open underneath. It was under the very bottom step, way back in the darkest corner!

Onery Onnie Amnesia

Anna said tonight she wanted to move to a different house. I asked her why. She said so that she could watch tv again. I had to remind her that she's not watching tv, not because it's broken but because she did something naughty and she was being disciplined for it and that when the discipline was over she could watch it again. lol Apparently she forget she had taken a pine cone and scraped her mark into the front of the tv screen. At the time of discipline she informed me that she thought she had her magic invisible pine cone in her hand but it must have really been the real one! 

Onery Onnie...again

There is a reason my daughter has the nickname she does.
I came in from feeding and farm chores last night and sat down for what I thought was going to be a relaxing few minutes. Arianna looks up from the toys she was playing with in the middle of the floor and says, Mama, can I cut my pony's hair. No, baby, I said, because it won't grow back and it's not good to cut the pony's hair. But I think I see where you've already cut some. There was a section of hair hiding behind the box the ponies came out of. She replied Yeah well, just one, but not all of this, some of it just came out all by itself (as she opened the pony box and lifted up two handfuls of horsey hair). Which of course as a mama I can tell that is some story. (Anna already that day had had her tv shows taken from her for scratching our roommate's big screen tv with a pinecone and had her porcelain angel doll taken away for taking it to a place she was told she wasn't allowed to - oh wait and some toys taken away from breaking the mirror off our roommate's model car, and....lol) So I ask her, since she couldn't take care of her things if she would like for me to take them away too and she of course said no. She picked up two glass aquarium stones though and said I could take them away. I don't want to take them away, you haven't done anything bad with them. Which I guess sounded like a dare to her because stared me right in the eyes and gave me a too-perfect-to-come-from-a-5-year-old "oh yeah" face as she lifted them above her head and threw them across the room.
My daughter...is Onery.