Fluffy Bunnies — they’re cheerful, innocent, curious, partial to snuggling. Fond of the occasional carrot or marshmallow. Sort of like children, they embrace and explore life with each alert sense, but with twitchier noses and floppier ears. When I think about fluffy bunnies, my troubles fade. At least for a bit.
So, Fluffy Bunnies is a blog about unburdening the burdens. It’s about my own fluffy bunnies — my children — and the endless creative, kind, silly, amazing ways they experience and interpret life. This is not to say raising three kids is an endless joy. I, too, juggle tantrums, picky eaters, bedtime avoidance rituals, princess obsessions, and caveman tendencies.
Better than Mac and Cheese
But when I find myself bogged down in how hard it is to raise children? When I wonder if they will ever become gentle, compassionate, polite beings? When I can’t mentally survive one more timeout or macaroni-and-cheese meal? I think about bunnies. Fluffy ones. I try to capture the joy I find in parenting. And I smile. I hope you will, too.
Meet the Bunnies
Lollipop: My oldest, a girl. Obsessed with the usual things like princesses and tea parties. But also with cowboy boots, peanut butter, spiders, and items that match.
Giggles: My son. Likes leaves, sticks, ketchup, vehicles that haul stuff. Dislikes vegetables.
Bun: Finished baking! Fresh out of the oven.
So, welcome to Fluffy Bunnies. Thanks for dropping in. Have a marshmallow. Or three.