My dad called yesterday, “how’s my baby?”, he asked. I knew he was talking about Sloane. She’s great, I replied. Then he asked, “how’s your baby?”, I knew this time he was talking about the baby in my belly. She’s great, I replied. (I’ve not announced that I’m pregnant, but if you follow me on instagram, you already know. We’re having another little girl, due in May. So very excited.) Then dad said, “how’s your other baby?”… and I knew exactly who he was talking about, my furry rabbit friend, Smokey. I know I’ve talked about him before, but I’m not sure if I shared these photos from summer with our Smokesters. In case y’all forgot… he’s a tame rabbit who was a neighbor’s pet, but they let him loose and now he roams the neighborhood. He likes to come by my house for bunny treats.
And when he pulls this little number (below) it takes everything within me not to scoop him up and kiss his furry little face. He won’t let me hold him, but he does let me scratch his double chin.
It cracks me up that Sloane is going to grow up thinking that a tame rabbit visitor is normal. I am contemplating writing a children’s book about Smokey, we’ll see. He’s pretty magical.
