Simon and I are spending some quality time together this afternoon, since he decided to take a 40 minute nap instead of his usual 2 hour one. Ethan is blissfully sleeping, so it is quiet here. Simon is nestled on my lap, making sweet baby noises.
But a moment ago I was reminded that he is not such a baby anymore. We had a little snack together, a strip of dehydrated fruit, and when he was finished, he held out the wrapper to me.
"Okay, go put that in the trash!" I said.
He cocked his head, looked at me quizzically for a moment, and then toddled around the kitchen table, past the kitchen island and around the corner to the trash can. And every so sweetly threw his wrapper in the trash.
And he is only 14 months old!
Then he peeked his head around the kitchen island and gave me his famous *Simon* grin, so proud of himself for obeying!