Bad Mommy

This is Mr. Giraffe E. Raffe. He joined our family the day we brought Knox home from the hospital. My dear friend Nikki sent him from South Carolina. He and Knox became friends instantly.

This is Knox and Mr. Giraffe E. Raffe taking a nap at Grammy's house in Pennsylvania. The last time Knox saw Mr. Giraffe E. Raffe...

What sort of rotten mother forgets Mr. Giraffe E. Raffe? He fit easily enough into our carry-on bag!

So, for the past week and 1/2, Knox has been missing his BFF (that's "Best Friend Forever" for those of you that aren't up on the lingo). I'm sure it has more to do with the disruption of his routine and jet lag, but he hasn't been sleeping as well since we've been home. THAT will teach me...

I have tried to distract him with his own reflection. But that only interests him for so long. Thankfully, Grammy has packed Mr. Giraffe E. Raffe in a box and sent him on his way home.

In the meantime, Roy Giraffe (that's short for "Corduroy") has been listening to all Knox's stories. Since Mr. Giraffe E. Raffe took that extended vacation, he's earned a spot in Knox's nice, warm crib.

At least Roy doesn't think Mommy is all that bad.