Hop the Bunny

We topped out at 17 but it is the drifts of snow that are keeping it fun. My husband and I got the sidewalk to town standards (They have been ticketing a lot on that since they don't want people to walk in the street) and our lawn care people plowed the driveway so we can almost get the cars out. I can't get into my studio due to a snowdrift that is blocking the door. I am glad I know that I have a good seal on that door. I have a heater in there that keeps stuff from freezing. Today I am going to put some salt out on what could become slippery spots in hopes that they dry out before the sun goes away from them.

We saw Two Towers but football and Sunday TV watching kept us from Return of the King which we will probably watch today since Ariel is home from school today. I think it is so the county can finish snow clean up and there is a lot of ice today on the roads.

So it is Eagles vs. Patriots in the Super Bowl. Another east coast match-up. I though the Steelers had a chance making it an all Penn. match-up but they really didn’t do much on the field. The Eagles are really hungry for a win but the Patriots are working towards those magic words “Dynasty” which haven’t really been able to be uttered since the Cowboys managed to string a few together.

Caroline has named something. She would repeat the name of something but now she has given one of her stuffed toys a name. She has a stuffed white bunny that she plays with quite a bit. She bounced it up and down and says “Hop, hop, hop, hop.” It is really cute. Yesterday she was settling down for nap and she points at the coffee table and says, “Hop!” I look at the table and there is the white bunny. I picks it up and say, “Caroline is this what you want?” She nods and says, “Hop.” She cuddles the bunny and goes to sleep on Peter’s lap.

That evening I took her up to bed, covered her with her favorite pink blanket, made sure her usual stuffed toys were in the crib with her, and told her good night. She says, “Ma, Hop?” I saw that Hop the Bunny had been tossed out of the crib after nap apparently. So I picked up the bunny and said, “Here’s Hop.” She snuggled the bunny and I left her to go to sleep. She does know that Hop is a bunny. She has called it a bunny on a number of occasions but now the white bunny has a name she picked for it.

Funny thing is that the oldest stuff animal I have that I own is a very beat up rabbit I named “Ruzzy” that I got when I was very young. He was fuzzy when he was new but like the Velveteen Rabbit, over time his fur was loved off. I wonder if the same thing is going to happen to Hop.

I am grateful for Hop the Bunny. He shows me my daughter’s expanding grasp of the world.