Bunny

"I was walking down along the street and I heard this voice saying, "Good evening, Mr. Dowd." Well, I turned around and here was this big six-foot rabbit leaning up against a lamp-post. Well, I thought nothing of that because when you've lived in a town as long as I've lived in this one, you get used to the fact that everybody knows your name." - Elwood P Dowd, Harvey, 1950




Maeve, like Elwood, has a bunny friend who's nearly her size.  We don't know his name yet, Maeve hasn't said, although I often think of him as Frank.  I wouldn't be at all surprised, though, if she instead named him something more toddler-appropriate and descriptive, like Mr. Floppy or just Bunny, much like a very dear bear friend of mine has always been called Bear, and had no objections.  The bunny was knitted by a great friend of ours, and we brought the bunny to the hospital, so he's officially one of Maeve's oldest friends.

I mention the bunny because Maeve seems to be more interested in him lately, she can grab him and move him around pretty well.  She can get his ears into her mouth, or just rub her face on his, which is pretty cute.  It's amazing to me how quickly her motor skills are coming along.  With any luck, she won't inherit my total failure of fine motor skills like sloppy handwriting and the inability to catch.  There are worse problems to have, though.

At any rate, I'm also beginning to get excited about the possibilities of her budding imagination.  What far-off lands and incredible adventures will she take us to?  I'm planning on coming along as much as I can, and hopefully Frank can come, too.