T Rex

Long ago, in an office building far, far away, I wasn't "just a mom." I had deadlines, budgets, PTO days, and an office with a window and a door. When I was pretty pregnant with Daniel, my froworkers (friends + coworkers = froworkers) threw me a baby shower. It was really, really nice. I got all sorts of amazing stuff. Handmade blankets, a gift card to the spa, a million other really nice things, and a ginormous t rex (featured in Disney's Toy Story). Rex's job was to watch over the crib as I believed he was entirely too large to go in the crib with my child. When Daniel was born, Rex was probably 3 times larger than my teeny baby.

A week ago, we converted Daniel's crib into a toddler bed:

Since then, Daniel, for some odd reason, has decided that Rex needs to go to bed with him. Rex needs to read stories with him. Rex needs to work on the a/c with him:

This morning, at about 4:00, Rex fell out of the bed. Daniel very carefully lowered himself out of bed, hoisted Rex back into bed, cuddled up with him, and went back to sleep. I'm not sure what prompted this new obsession, but it sure is funny. I'm just waiting for the day that he decides Rex needs to go in the car with us. We'll have to purchase a second car seat!