Such a polite little boy.

After dinner tonight, Ryan decided he was done, so he very nicely threw his food onto the ground on upon my walls - he was probably looking after Lola and how hungry she must be, what a sweetheart.

He then preceded to tell me in his most quiet of voices that he wanted out of his highchair, my little darling.

After a very quick bath - do to his less than thrilled attitude towards cleanliness -he politely informed me that he in fact was ready for an early bedtime. I saw his wisdom and agreed.

10 months old? Let's do a quick count until my sweet little boy leaves the nest and goes on his mission. 18 years, 1 month, and 21 days? Piece of cake. My little precious.