How I Got My Name: A Photo Essay

Not so long ago, I wrote that I chose the name of my business because I am constantly confronted with tiny toy dinosaurs sprinkled throughout my apartment. On Friday, I came across a particularly good example, and I thought I would share.

It was stepping on these two beauties that inspired me to get out my camera. For reference, they are on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table, a favorite place to play

This Spinosaurus is almost adorably supine. (The name of this dinosaur is pronounced “Spine-o-saurus”, but every time I read it, I say “spin-o-saurus”. You don’t know, he could be break-dancing.)

This little guy is in danger of being consumed by the infinite darkness of “lost under the sofa.”

This poor Parasauralophus has not only been in a tangle with the ruthless yarn-scrap-snake, but also seems to have had his skull crushed by the ever precarious throw pillow.

And of course, as soon as Athrun noticed me playing with his toys, he benevolently decided they were once again worthy of his attention. The question this photograph brings to mind is this: Is he hypnotizing the Triceratops, or is the Triceratops hypnotizing him?

So we played with them some more. I think the pteranodon is attempting to make off with a whole Iguanodon to take home and feed to her nest of hungry pteranodon chicks, but I cannot say for sure. I didn’t get a picture, but I let the pair of Diplodicus munch on the leaves embroidered into the sofa. Then I took a cat nap while Athrun made a cave out of my legs.

Bonus Photo:

The socks I mentioned in the previous post, after a full day of wear. Comfy. Cozy. Pretty.

 

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