Things I never thought I would be excited about until having children:
Plastic Christmas decorations for the tree.
When my newborn finally poops after two weeks of nothing.
When my three old poops in the toilet and not in is underwear.
A new dishwasher after the old one got rusted out from the kids carving it with knives.
A new kitchen faucet (the old one also destroyed by the kids).
Cuddly children.
Actually sleeping for 8 hours.
Dry pull-ups from the five year old after a long nights sleep.
A clean house.
A night out.
A healthy husband.
Brown carpet.
Hearing my kids laugh and play with each other.
Nap time.
Good friends for my kids.
Healthy kids.
Sleeping children.
Things not so exciting or funny (at the time) since having children.
Ziplock bags full of water then jumped on until they popped all over the bedroom. Soaking the carpet, walls and celing and ruining books and games.
An ab wheel being rolled through a pile of poop on the unfinished basement floor.
Pumpkin being dropped from the top bunk and splatting, sending pumpking guts all over the bedroom.
Karo Syrup getting dumped on the basement carpet at Grandma and Grandpa's house.
Multiple boxes and or bags of cereal dumped all over the floor.
Popping an exercise ball with a protractor.
Water storage water being dumped all over the cement in the basement.
Two (maybe three) 50 lb bags of sugar emptied and or eaten by six children.
Cassette tapes of a funeral being ripped out.
Boxes of bills and other paperwork emptied and strewn about the room.
Toothpaste all over the bathroom floor and counter.
Food storage taken off the shelves and lined up all around the basement.
Finding out that the kids had a secret potty in the basement.
Soaking muffins in water then throwing them all over the kitchen.
Cooking dinner only to find out that what I need has already been used in a mixture by the three year old.
Labeling beds, walls and shelves with black, permenant marker.
Stain remover being sprayed all over the laundry room walls.
Boxes of neatly organized photographs dumped out.
Diaper blowouts.
Kids figuring out how to pop out the screen and climb out the window.
Giant hole dug out with a pencel in the wall of the boys newly finished basement bedroom.
And the list could go on and on and on and on.
