Yesterday my friend Heather brought me an awesome present--our family's first pet! Meet Guinevere, a 1 pound 2 ounce holland lop bunny--i.e. an adorable ball of the softest fur I've ever felt with floppy ears and giant goofy back feet.
She was so chill all day yesterday, sitting on my chest while we chatted and throngs of chubby kid hands and exclamations of, "She's so CUTE!" assailed her from all sides.
Last night we brought her out to be held again, and this time Malcolm was all over that. He kept trying to give her kisses between shouting out "BUNNY!" and "HAPPY!!" at the top of his lungs at her.
Today I brought her out again to play in our back room (where the wood floors are) and at first she was tentative and ladylike. Then suddenly it seemed to dawn on her that she was free and she went crazy. Leaping, bounding, running full tilt and then realizing too late that wood floors over no traction for bunny feet. Lots of crashes and stumbles and tripping over stuff. Lots of laughing at the funny bunny. Once she'd calmed down, we took her outside for a few minutes and she let me pet her tummy.
Then of course I had to show you how cute it is to see a bunny with it's face between it's feet.
The kids are ecstatic. Art is indifferent. I think she's great!