Temper, temper and Sour Milk

Just started my Tuesday morning with a mouthful of cereal and sour milk. So much for breakfast. I probably didn't need it anyway. I'll just stick to my coffee.

On another note, look at this adorable picture of my little George.


He had just managed to pull down the curtains in our dining room after doing this.


Little stinker. (Don't worry - there's nothing for him to choke on.) Not sure why he's naked, because he rarely spends his time that way. It seemed to be very disconcerting to Lindsey, but it didn't bother me in the least.

This little guy has a big temper. Today he tried to take down Luke. He was really pissed off at Luke because Luke threw his clothes (another temper -- he didn't want to go to school this morning) and inadvertently hit George with them. I know George wasn't hurt, but he was really, really mad at Luke. I told Luke to apologize and give George a hug, but George just pushed him away and tried to pull him down by grabbing his shirt. Luke looked a little stunned. It would be a little disappointing if the 16 month old baby could take down the 6 year old boy. Luke is going to have to watch out. Looks like George might be ruling the roost when he gets older. Heaven help us all.