Hoppy New Ears!

Bunny nappers on the loose!

Someone in our district breeds rabbits for use in laboratories, and just before Xmas, Wayne found a young albino out on our road. Not tame so not a pet, and the tattoo in its ear indicated he was considered stock in trade (not even nicely done, a thumping great tattoo on such a dainty ear!).

Now we could have knocked on a certain door & returned him to his destiny ... but nah. We looked after him for a few days until we found a brilliant new home, and he's made a young family extremely happy. In the mean time Braeden met his first rabbit, stole his first "jellybean" (can you hear my mother's scream from where you are?), and learned that some teddy bears get about under their own steam.

Did we get a picture of this? Not sure.. will check..

Braeden has given us a variety of frights recently. First he contracted chicken pox, and no sooner threw that off when he came down with measles. (Mild doses each, but still utterly miserable for the wee man and not a basket of fun for the parents either)

Then he discovered how to test the front door, which does not always click completely closed. One evening when I was with clients, Wayne paused mid-DVD to notice that baby was unnaturally quiet, and went looking.

There was Braeden, on the verandah happily belting The Wobble. Count the hazards: elderly impatient dog who will bite, big stream (water race) not 15 feet away & unfenced, road 60 feet in other direction.. I went quite peuce when Wayne told me the next day.

Then the next time Wayne was left to look after baby, I got home to hear "You really have to watch the child all the time, don't you!" (Um..... take a deep breath Karl, and don't kill your dear, dim husband. You need him for stud services, among other things.)

Turns out Braeden went quiet again.. and Wayne went looking. Front door was firmly closed (yeah but he can close it behind him; I've seen him do it). Has to be inside.. (don't bank on it). Call baby.. baby doesn't answer. (They never do) Look everywhere.. Discover child has climbed over the back of the couch & is standing in No Man's Land (fenced off area for hot coffees, remote controls, pens, study books etc) with a remote clutched in each grubby hand, and a grin a mile wide.

A mate gave me a good tip the other day: put food colouring in the bath water. I was highly sceptical (tinted baby? tinted enamel? tinted towells?) but it turned out she was right. Braeden is now back to being interested in baths, which is good because he went off the idea when he kept roistering around & falling over. If the child would just sit in the damn bath he'd be fine, but the best compromise he'll offer is squatting, but always stands up when you try to wash his hair, unfortunately.

Speaking of hair.. we ran the clippers over him the other day. Worked a treat! He sat on his father's lap while his mother attacked him with the noisy thing with the long comb attachment. No ears were nicked in the making of this haircut.

Okay, will post this then see if Braeden will grant me some time to make a second post, this time with pictures!