1. The toilet issues. I know that not flushing the toilet is a common problem among parents; we suffer from it here, too. The next time I walk upstairs and get hit with eau de pee will not be the first... nor, I suspect, the last. One day I hope that I can stop checking to make sure the toilet is flushed whenever I tuck the kids into bed. I fear it will come the day after they move out.
2. The 'I'm tired/hungry/stressed' tantrum. They weren't cute when he was 3, and they certainly aren't cute now. I do feel more inclined to laugh at them rather than take them seriously, however. Today we took a morning trip to the zoo. By the time we left, both kids were feeling the effects of hunger and were getting snippy with one another.
Like this... in my car
We made it home, and I fed them right as the tears began. Normally I don't fix lunches because they're old enough and capable enough to fix their own meals, but some days, it's easier to throw food at the ravaging hordes as opposed to letting them maul one another in their efforts to feed themselves.
After eating, Doodlebug disappeared upstairs, which is never a good sign. He had to finish his schoolwork for the week, so I had to have Boo go retrieve him. He wasn't quite asleep, but it was close. There was much weeping and gnashing of teeth before he finally woke up fully and settled down. I suspect tomorrow will be another Day o' Tantrums because of overtiredness. It is what it is. As long as he doesn't have any night terrors (and yes, even at 11, those haven't stopped, either... they're rare, but they're still frightening. Imagine hearing a blood-curdling scream coming from your child's room in the middle of the night. Yeah... that. He goes back to sleep - because he was never awake - and the rest of us sit around and stare wide-eyed at the walls for the remainder of the nocturnal hours.)
3. The odd noises and sound effects. Life is still narrated. Noises come out of the boy that no self-respecting girl would ever emit. (This isn't meant to be a gender-biased statement, but I seriously have never heard a girl make sound effects to the extent that boys do. The occasional, "KABLOW!" Yes. The odd farting noise? Sure. Grunts and squeaks and groans and bomb sounds and car engine rumbles and everything else... I'm pretty sure those belong firmly in the male dominion.)
4. Whining about chores. It's actually getting worse with age. To be fair, I'd whine about chores too if I thought it'd do any good.
There are lots of good things, too, but these are the ones that stand out as the most notable/amusing to me. The more kids change, the more they stay the same.