While nursing for nap time, I noticed something felt a little off, and then I heard him giggle, so I glanced down. Low and behold, his new best friend Rory (because he RAWRs) was nursing, and JabberWalky was very pleased with himself at his joke.
Rory, the first toy I've ever nursed.
Naptime with Rory
After a year and a half of not having any one toy that was any more important to him than any other, he's found a best friend. Of course, who wouldn't love a dinosaur from SPACE?! Not just a dinosaur from space, a super cute and cuddly dinosaur from space!
I bought him from Stella Grace Boutique on Etsy. She does brilliant custom work. You can also check Stella Grace Boutique out on Facebook.
Of course, this means I have a few choices. I can order another just like it, you know, for when Rory wanders off or is irreparably damaged, I can order more of the fabric he's made from for future patches, I can accept the inevitable and mentally prepare to just someday have a surgered and interestingly patched dinosaur, or I can accept the more long term inevitable and know that someday when he ruins it or loses it there will simply be a lot of tears.
With Mongoosine her best friend was a DW doll, and DW has had a few surgeries, as has her nighttime cuddly Lamby plush.
How do you handle best friends? Stash a duplicate or hope for the best?