Toby

>This is Toby.

He’s Sebastian’s woobie.  I think the technical term for it is transitional object and the hip term is lovey, but Mr. Mom says woobie and so say I.  Either way, he’s been helping Sebastian get to sleep since he was about eight months old.

But lately Toby has taken on some new roles.

First and most importantly, he’s the new BFF.  He goes EVERYWHERE with us, even if it’s just upstairs or downstairs.  He helps Sebastian drive his trucks, chug chug his Thomas train, and read his books.  He stares at us while we eat now, too, because “Toby wants to sit at the table with you.”

In proper best friend style, Toby cheers up Sebastian when he is mad at someone, bumps his head, or has to be apart from us.  Since Sebastian is pretty much climbing the walls these days now that it’s crummy outside and his brother sleeps half the day away, there’s a lot of this going on…

Me:  Sebastian, slow down, you’re going to…
Sebastian: (bonking on the table or some other hard object in his way)
Me:  Are you ok?
Sebastian:  You need a kiss.  Right here (points to random body part that may or may not be what was hurt).
Me:  (giving kiss) There you go.
Sebastian:  (rushing back to get Toby) And Toby will help you feel better!!

Toby being picked up after “crying”

It’s a good thing Toby’s cute.