We all have quirks, and a lot of mine seem to be animal related. Most everyone that knows me knows how in love I am with bunnies. It’s for sure weird but not totally out of left field because I got it from my mama. You should see how many decorative bun buns are in my parents house right now. {I’m jealous of her collection by the way} Wesleys nursery is decorated in lambs and bunnies because there will soon come a day when he’ll likely love trucks and excavators and follow in his brothers footsteps. Or if not that then something equally mysterious to me. Side note, I had no idea what an excavator was until Tuck screamed “excavator!!!” last year while we were driving by one. … Wesleys first birthday party is going to be a “somebunny is turning one” theme which I have pretty much planned out for the last year. If I see a bunny in the wild, usually at my parents house, I die of happiness on the spot. Just after I squeal with joy because I saw a bunny. Then I have to run to tell someone that I just saw a bunny. That little cotton tail popping by, well, I’m done. It’s just some extra proof God loves me when I see a bunny. Oh and then add in babies with bunny feet, bunny ears, bunny jammies…done, done, and done. I haven’t been to Target in a couple of weeks because I know the bunny stuff is now up! I also know I’m completely weak toward target in general, throw a whole bunch of bunny target aisles and it will get dangerous!!
ps: here’s my little easter round up I’ll be updating as I see things!
