I was going to say that Jordan has really turned into a little human lately.
(Also, what is the derry-o?)
But the fact is that he's always been a little human. He's just getting more and more interesting, more able to express himself, and well, just MORE.
Although honestly, I have long thought that we don't really change as we age. We just become more so. (The exception to this being the things you decide to change. But those you have to actively work on, as far as I can tell.)
Anyway, now when we read, we need Doggie! Oh, wait, and Blue Doggie! And Bear!
I have wound up with a lap containing - or trying, anyway - two stuffed dogs, one bear, a large plastic fire truck, and my son. He really wasn't comfortable settling in until everyone was present.
The interesting thing is that if you try to put any of his pals in bed with him, they get flung over the side of the crib.
He'll bring Doggie (or truck, or train, or whatever) up to hold while he's being changed, but you put them in the crib together, and he marches to the side with the visitor in hand and dumps it on the floor.
We do this every so often and then tiptoe in and check once he's fallen asleep.
Nick always emerges, rejected animal in hand, saying, "The boy sleeps alone."