Yesterday as I was standing in the backyard inspecting our weeds, wondering if it was legal to do a controlled burn in a residentially zoned neighborhood, I noticed something strange. A rabbit had built a nice cozy home smack in the middle of our yard… complete with a nursery.
At first I was like aw HELLS no lady… this yard isn’t big enough for the both of us but then I squatted down and got a closer look at what she had going on. I don’t know how she did it but she had made herself a bed of mud, and the cute little burrowed nursery (which was still sans babies, thank god) had been painstakingly constructed out of thousands of tiny pieces of grass (okay, weeds) and hay. I had no idea how long it took her to make but it beat the hell out of Ellie’s first nursery where I cut out a picture of Pooh from a catalogue and taped it to the side of a filing cabinet.
I looked up and saw she was nervously crouched about three feet from me, hopping back and forth, every so often lifting her whiskers into the air to try to get a look at what I was doing.
And before I knew it I went from wanting to evict her into the cold dark night to asking her if she would like an extra pillow and if she prefers regular or decaf in the morning. Also, I was so thankful I had noticed it before the little neighbor boy who cuts our lawn got a super special surprise spewing out of his mower that would probably land him in therapy for the rest of his life.
The bunny and I locked eyes and I tried to telepathically communicate to her that I meant her no harm and would make sure she and her family would be safe here. For a moment I felt we were kindred spirits; just two moms trying to protect our little ones. I moved closer to see if she would eat an acorn out of my outstretched hand.
“Come back little bunny – we are of the same essence!” I screamed as she tore away from me, wide eyed and terrified.
I couldn’t wait to meet my new bunny babies. I would name one of them All Hopped Up.
Of course when Nick came home he demolished the whole thing with a rake and told me he was scared the bunny might attack one of the kids if they accidentally stepped on her house. But by then I had sobered up and was kinda over the whole woodland creature mental connection anyway.
But it made me think about the things we all do for our children. Bunnies spend their lives building intricate homes out of tiny pieces of grass; I spend eternity listening to this because my girls love it:
Time to Play, the universe’s expert on toys, so graciously hooked me up with three oh Mom it’s the best thing EVER! Dora microphones that my girls haven’t released their grip on for six days. Six. Days. Dora haunts my dreams and she continues singing in my head long after the toys have been put away. But it makes them happy so I deal with it.
Now, lucky for you, I’m partnering with them to give away an awesome game that does not talk, has nothing to do with Dora and will not cause you to want to dismember something – Monsters University Who’s Behind The Door? .
All you have to do to enter to win this game is:
1. Like my Facebook page
2. Follow me on Twitter and send me a Tweet letting me know you’ve done both.
I will randomly select a winner on Friday, May 24 at 6pm, and even send the game right to the winner’s house! You’re welcome very much.
Contest open to legal U.S. residents over the age of 18. Winner will be randomly selected from eligible entries at 6pm Central Standard Time on Friday, May 24. Winner will be notified via Facebook and/or Twitter. If winner does not claim prize within 48 hours an alternate winner will be selected.