Things I've learned so far about having a boy:

-The wet spot on the outside of the shower curtain (and bath mat) could either be bath water or pee pee.  (The same can be said for the water droplets on the wall.)

-I can't be too surprised when I find a shoe in the washing machine.  After doing a load of laundry.  Most of which is Daddy's work clothes.  Thankfully the shoe wasn't terribly dirty.

-I can say the same as above in regards to an orange crayon.  Which just so happened to end up, again, in a load of Daddy's work clothes.  He's now down one shirt and one pair of khakis.  I washed them 10 times atleast, trying out a huge variety of stain removers that did not work.  Our dryer is now streaked orange as well.

-He only chooses to pee standing up when he feels like it.  And he never feels like it when we're at a public restroom.  

-The bath water is ALWAYS 10 times dirtier than I would expect it to be after a bath.  

-I've become oblivious to bodily noises, which are always accompanied with "That was Garrett!!" shouted at the top of his lungs.  He lays claim to it.  Unlike women who typically would look around the room as if to say "Where did that come from?". 

-He must be allowed to climb into his own car seat.  And he is also "too big" to hold Momma's hand in a parking lot.  (Momma says otherwise about that one.)

-No kisses unless he says it's ok.  That includes blowing kisses.  

I'm sure this is all just the very tip of the iceberg.