It really is the little things, or I've lost my mind

I got excited over getting a stain out of my husband's shirt.  After my initial "Yes!" and internal high five I gave myself an "oh my goodness what has happened to you" dirty look.  I got all excited about shining my sink and mopping my floor last night.  Who is this person?  I'm either finding happiness in the little things or I have truly lost mind.  I'm not sure which it is yet.

I'm also a potty training ninja and after several dry nights I can finally say that Regan is officially potty trained.  Three down and one to go.  I think I can have Jack done by the end of the year.  He already tells me when he poops and will go sit on the toilet and then put some toilet paper in and flush.  2012 is the year to be diaper free!

And because I think this may be the cutest pictures ever here are my filthy kids.  They got into the fire pit and covered themselves in dirt and ashes while I went to the bathroom, seriously they did this in 30 seconds.  We don't have a lot of fires out there, but my husband dumps the ashes from the fireplace into the pit.  On the plus side they did get an early bath and went to bed early that night.  I'm sure my former self would have freaked out, but they are only kids once.  Oh and because my washing machine was empty and my laundry caught up I just tossed everything in the wash, thanks FlyLady!  An empty washer, another little thing or pure insanity.  We did have a talk about not doing it again though because once was enough!