My baby bunny turned the ripe old age of two on January 2nd. She was the second baby of the year 2006 born in our small community. Nice, but it didn’t earn us any free diapers.
She has become such an amazing little human being, filled with a whole range of human emotions: both the good and the not so good! Jealousy, anger, and selfishness combined with tremendous love, empathy, and caring. That’s my bunny. An emotional symphony. And yes, she’s two:
A tiny Mussolini, marching about the house dictating orders.
A concerned little sister/daughter rushing over to say “You Kay?” if her older siblings or I appear hurt or sad.
A giggling miniature clown with twinkling eyes, doing silly walks and making funny faces, anything for a laugh.
A master of the full-out tantrum if she wants “ta-ta” (pasta) and something else is on the menu (by the way, the tantrum does NOT get her any “ta-ta”).
A sweet cuddle bug who loves to curl up quietly on Mama’s lap with a pile of books, intermittently snuggling in closer and murmuring “My Mama” while gazing at me with a buck-toothed smile of adoration.
Happy Birthday Baby Bug!