a tale of two bunnies

it is a well known fact on this blog that i cannot say no to a little fuzzy face. then, when you add my child's sweet little face holding a little fuzzy face and then i'm like, WHY ARE YOU EVEN ASKING? WE'RE GETTING ALL OF THEM.

you know how some people are like, i was the child that was always bringing animals home. well, i wasn't that child. not really. because my mom didn't like animals. so now i'm that adult. and i am always bringing animals home. chickens. cats. dogs. turtles. fish. and now, bunnies.

see?

at first, i loved these bunnies. and then all they did was try to escape. and i found myself running around the neighborhood and diving into bushes to get those STUPID bunnies and put them back into the yard so they could pull every move in the book to get OUT again. you guys, when someone knocked on my door and it was a well-meaning neighbor to inform me that they saw a bunny in our front yard and were wondering, was it ours? i just wanted to cry. or slam the door or put my fingers in my ears and squeeze my eyes shut and sing. 

finally, after one particularly acrobatic bush dive, where i emerged with a kicking bunny and i was wet and covered in leaves, i stormed in to the house and said, "we are getting rid of those bunnies." and my children, who were all at the table eating, burst into tears and wept. 

so i relented. and those bunnies stayed in the cage, which i felt bad about. and the children would play with them in the bathroom because that is a small, enclosed area and feed them all of our vegetables and hold them. 

and then charley, the black and white one, who belonged to seth, died. mysteriously. sadly. and seth was heartbroken. 

you guys, it was so sad. i held him as he cried and asked, "please bring him back! please!" finally he quieted down and requested that we say a little prayer, which we did. and then he cried a little more and we talked about heaven a little bit. it was a very sad moment, but it was also a little sweet. seth has such a kind heart. and i'm so grateful for that.

so charley was gone (kate, by the way, was obsessed with the dead bunny idea and talked about it to everyone, including the mailman, who was just minding his own business, delivering mail and kate followed him halfway around the cul de sac shouting, "our bunny's dead! our bunny's dead!") and now we have one more bunny left: isabelle. i'll be honest: isabelle is a lot better than charley. she doesn't try to get out as much. she likes the children more. she comes over when you go outside and sit down. after a couple afternoons in the backyard watching the children run around and holding that little bunny in my arms and feel her cuddle in close, something happened that i had not anticipated (and horrifies ryan); i fell in love. oh, how i love that super soft, super sweet little white bunny. she is a doll. and i would give her the greens off my radishes any day.