The smell of my boy's hair when he's just been towel-dried from his bath. Yay, Mustela products!
Avocados, sliced on crackers, with salt and pepper.
Not throwing up.
Holidays that FEEL like holidays because it's actually cold outside. Frozen pipes = real deal, y'all.
A spic-and-span house.
Husbands who recognize when you are. Just. Done. Already. And then they do all the dishes and clean up the entire kitchen at night AGAIN.
Enjoying a Coca-Cola because you're done breastfeeding, and by all that is good and holy, you're going to reclaim SOME of your culinary rights before the next baby's born. (Sniff. Sushi, I really miss you. Do you ever think about me?)
Vacuum lines on carpet.
Toddlers who, when you ask them what they want on their two-year birthday cake, say, "Elmo, and Cookie, and Trash Can [Oscar], and Abby, and Bert, and Ernie, and Slimey, and Rubber Duckie, and Big Bird, and Count, and Telly, and Baby Bear ..." (Guess there won't be any trouble picking out a theme for this year's party.)
Getting a 23-month-old to pee in the potty twice in four hours, on the FIRST real day of potty training. Hooray for pretzels and water!
Good aunts and uncles for your toddler. Boy loves ALL of his.
Good grandparents. Boy's a really blessed kid. His all dote on him.
Reese's Peanut Butter Cups. Regular size or mini, dark chocolate or milk, just keep 'em coming. If they could find a way to fortify THOSE with the stuff that's in pre-natal vitamins, I would have no problem getting my 100% every day. If not 400%.
Cold, rainy days when you don't have any commitments outside the house.
Clear, sunny days when you do.
Sandra Boynton books, or at least the way they make little boys chuckle.
Feeling the baby kick and knowing everything's ok in there.
Having discretionary income.
"Everyday Italian" and "Barefoot Contessa" on the Food Network.