Kids live here

My refrigerator is covered with pictures, lunch menus, homework assignments and magnets made in Sunday School.

There are Legos in every single room of the house, I'm certain.  I've stepped on them more times than I can count.

Alongside of the books on the living room bookcase are stacks of videogames and DVDs, such as Hot Wheels and Home Alone and Twilight.

As soon as my kids walk in the door after school, at least three more kids are sure to be ringing the doorbell, wanting to play.

There is toothpaste smeared on the bathroom counter.  In two of our bathrooms.  I didn't do it.  (I'm pretty sure Joe didn't, either.)

The television is most often tuned to Sportscenter (Elijah), Cartoon Network (Gabe), or Say Yes to the Dress (Isabel).  I have to DVR my shows and watch them after the kids are in bed.

For people who don't have kids, this post may sound horrible.

But I wouldn't have it any other way.

When you walk into my house (and step over the shoes/coats/backpacks strewn on the floor), you know instantly that kids live here.

And that's the way I like it.