10 Years…part I

On Friday Mike and I will have been married for 10 years. I can hardly believe that it has been that long! Ten wonderful, hard, fun years. Mike didn’t want me to give him a gift, he begged me not to spend the money, so instead I am going to blog the top 25 reasons I love him, I will post 5 a day for the next 5 days.

25. He takes care of all the maintenance on the cars
24. He kisses me on the back of the neck when I am doing dishes or cooking
23. He saves the first kiss for me when he gets home at night
22. He lets me pretend I am a farmer and he goes along with my quacky projects
21. He drives a half an hour away to get me my favorite pizza because they won’t deliver to the middle of nowhere (that is where we live)

Baptism Day

Saturday my Katie was Baptised.

It was a wonderful day.

Not only was it her baptism day, but it was her birthday, she got to have a double celebration!



She was very excited to wear her “princess” dress.

She was a little nervous for the actual Baptism.

she kept saying

“I have never done this before”

Her Dad and I assured her that there was nothing to be afraid of.


Later she told me:

“This has been the best day of my life!”

Division of Labor

The other night someone commented to Mike and me that “Aimee works so hard!” Implying that Mike needs to help me out more because my work is harder than his. He came back with a quick “I work hard too!” Then the subject was changed and nothing more was said. It got me thinking about our division of labor and who really does work harder.

I work hard, from the time I get up until the time I go to sleep I am working. I am busy doing laundry, preparing meals and cleaning up meals for 7 people. I clean bathrooms and vacuum and wipe sticky stuff of floors. I kiss boo-boo’s, admire art and school work, cheer for small victories and wipe chubby bottoms. That is enough to make anyone tired! So yeah I work hard. There are also a lot of perks to my job. If I want to I can put off doing the laundry or ironing. I can fix tuna sandwiches or open a jar of spaghetti sauce for dinner. If I don’t vacuum the floors one day no one but me notices. I can take a nap during the afternoon, and I usually do. If I feel bored and restless I can take the kids to the park or to McDonalds and have a long lunch with friends. I am my own boss, and I only answer to myself.

Mike works hard. From the time he gets up until he goes to bed he is working. He has to be to work by 8, only gets an hour off for lunch, and can leave at 5 if his work is done. When he gets home he is helping with homework, bath time, kissing boo-boo’s and cheering those small victories. Once the kids are settled he may go play on the computer, or he might be working on various side jobs he has going. He takes the garbage out, changes light bulbs, hangs pictures, rubs my feet, and helps feed my animals. He mows lawns, digs holes, and shovels walks. This is all along with the church service he does that takes most of his Sundays and a few hours during the week. He works hard! He has perks, the evenings are mostly his, mostly, and if he wants to watch TV or play on the computer he usually can. However, he can’t put off items at work, he will be fired, he can’t go in late without asking permission, or he will be fired, he can’t leave until 5 and sometimes later depending on his work. He can’t sneak in a nap, unless he uses his lunch hour. He can’t have long lingering lunches at the park with his girlfriends like I do (I hope he doesn’t have girlfriends like I do…HA!) He works so hard!

Now, whose work is more important? Neither, they are just as valuable, just as needed. We are a team. We work together to build our life. He works hard, I work hard and together we work hard for each other and our children.

I have decided that no one will ever again imply in my presence that Mike doesn’t work as hard as I do. It is simply not true. I value what he does and I am so thankful that I married a man who is so willing to work so hard for me.

Ain’t I Lucky

My Valentine’s gift came in the mail today, well really, Mr UPS dropped it off. Dadzoo CANNOT keep a secrect so while I ran out quickly to vote (did everybody vote and did you vote for the correct guy?) he un-boxed it and had it sitting out when I got home. He bought me a print of my “momzoo” picture, the one at the top of my blog and had it matted and framed!!! Isn’t that so thoughtful! I think he loves me the best, and I think I have the bestest husband in the whole world. (sorry gals, you might think that your guy is the best, but your wrong)



Tommorow I am going to post another yummy breakfast item that can be made with food storage stuff…..