The life and times of Baby Bunny

Audrey has a "lovey" that she calls Baby Bunny. This used to be called "bedtime bunny" but she also used to be called a "he" so we are just trying to keep up! Bunny used to be relegated to the bed only because we, as terrified parents of a child who cannot live without something, have scoured every corner of the earth to find another one "just in case" but have come up empty handed. Lately, because Bunny has become the best friend in the whole world to Audrey, we have loosened the grip a little on bunny's roaming options. This has caused a little more wear and tear and the ocasional mild panic when he, I mean she, cannot be found at night when it is bedtime.

The real purpose of Bunny, it seems, it to provide Audrey something to gnaw on. I don't me chew, or nibble, I mean GNAW. She chews Bunny's ears like an old piece of tobacco and after a few hours of that they smell just about as good, no matter how many baths we give Bunny and the teeth. Recently Bunny had a little accident and you should have seen the look on Audrey's face when it happened.


This, of course, happened just a few minutes before we were heading out the door to dinner, but Audrey insisted that Bunny be "whole again" before we left and was in such a state that I decided it best just to crack out the sewing kit and be done with it as fast as possible lest we hear nothing but the howls of an injured Bunny channeled through Audrey all the way to and through dinner. I am happy to report that except for managing under the stressful supervision of a 2 year old to put his ear on backwards, Bunny is as good as new. I even took a few stitches to reinforce the other ear so the the same thing did not happen the following week.


We hope Baby Bunny lives forever, or at least until she's outgrown her dependency!