In case you were wondering what it is like to live with my three-year-old son . . .

OK, I know most of you weren't wondering, but since I don't keep a baby book or anything, I thought it was worth sitting down for a minute to document today, a fairly run-of-the-mill Tuesday.

As of 8 PM tonight, he has:

1. Thrown a tantrum about the amount of milk in his cereal.
2. Bashed his head in on the car door while trying to beat his brother out of the car door that his brother was sitting beside when it was opened.
3. Had countless other tantrums about being the first in any door.
4. Colored a beautiful coloring page of a castle (even staying in the lines very nicely). . . and then found some Elmer's glue and glued it to his bedroom door.

5. Decided to serve himself some yogurt from the large yogurt container resulting in this disaster:

6. Gotten so busy playing that he didn't have time to go to the bathroom and then pooped in his pants, while standing beside the potty. (This one happens about once a week.)
7. Been unbearably cute while doing everything!