House keeping tip…..

I am always looking for little ideas and tips to help me with my household chores. I came across a little one this morning, in fact it is one I came up with all on my own and I thought I would share it with all of you!
 
When you childs sleeper looks like this after he has been crawling around the kitchen floor, it is time to sweep.


I will be posting another recipe tonight, and I promise I promptly swept the floor after taking this picture….

(Ok I must defend myself a little, this picture was taken right after I got the big kids off to school, so I hadn’t swept yet after breakfast. One of the minor annoyances of baking my own bread is that it is really crumbly, and this is the result!)

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WHAT!!!!

My Partner in Crime was dressing baby boy punk after his bath tonight, from somewhere in the depths of the house a little punk kid yelled “MoooooooooM!!!” PIC said that baby boy punk didn’t even skip a beat and called back “WHAT”I guess that exchange happens a lot in our house!

We got him to repeat that little trick over and over, everytime someone called “mom” he would call back “What?”

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.

Trauma

We had a trauma at our house last night. While I was making dinner (why do trauma’s always happen at dinner time?) my oldest punk came tooling around the corner holding baby boy punk, at a pretty fast pace. She slipped and slammed into the kitchen floor, right on top of the baby. I heard the crack of his head hit the floor and I turned around to find a stunned, almost in tears, 9 year old on the floor with her baby brother next to her crying his little heart out. I picked up the baby and soothed my 9 year old as best as I could. She was holding back the tears saying “Mom I didn’t mean to, I slipped, I am so sorry!” Over the wails of the baby I told her I understood and it was ok, “don’t worry, accidents happen.” I walked around with my baby trying to calm his cries as an ugly red bump swelled up on his little head. For a solid 15 minutes (no kidding) he cried and cried, he was pale and clammy and I tried to get a good look at his eyes, but he wouldn’t let me. Finally I got him settled against my shoulder in the rocking chair, I sang softly to him, got a good look in his eyes (they were fine) and figured we were alright. He started to cry again and proceeded to vomit all over. Oh Crap! I don’t panic easily, I am usually pretty cool headed, but that scared me. I called my PIC to tell him to come right home, not to stop on the way. I was figuring that we would need to go to the hospital. I was scared. I called the pediatrician, he told me that throwing up was normal with a baby and a head injury (ack, did he say head injury?) that most likely he went into shock and threw up because of that, that would also explain the cold clammy and pale skin. So, if he was to throw up again, I was to call. Also I was to wake him up every 30 minutes for the first 3-4 hours after I put him to bed. After a quick prayer of thanks, we got in with dinner and Baby Boy Punk went back to his normal happy self!

I still had to wake him up every thirty minutes for the first three hours after he went to sleep. He wasn’t too happy about this. I would find him all snuggled up to his froggy and couldn’t resist taking some pictures.

I have discovered that the quickest way to wake a baby is a camera flash in the face.

He was annoyed at me!

Hi Handsome!

“Awwwww mom!!! can’t you let a fellow sleep????”

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…..