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
My oldest, a girl. Obsessed with the usual things like fairies and tea parties. But also with roly polies, aluminum foil, office supplies, tortilla chips, and thingss with patterns.
My son. Collects leaves, sticks, shells, Pez dispensers, rusty pennies, and much, much more. Likes vehicles that haul stuff. Dislikes vegetables.
Still in the oven when I started this blog. Now, a rambunctious toddler who harasses the cat; jumps in puddles big, small, and teeny-tiny; and has a slight Curious George addiction.
So, welcome to Fluffy Bunnies. Thanks for dropping in. Have a marshmallow. Or three.