The Bunbun Saga Continues

You may remember the tragic day that we lost one of Blair’s appendages Bunbuns. Luckily, we still had original Bunbun (which has Blair’s name embroidered on it). And we were lucky enough to find an almost-identical, slightly used (trust me, a good thing in the world of loveys) Bunbun to use as a backup.

Until the fateful day that we didn’t have that backup anymore.

What happened, you ask? A rookie mistake happened. We let Blair take backup Bunbun on a boat ride. In our defense, we had no idea Blair would have such a passion for throwing things overboard. And we may or may not have overestimated our 2 year-old’s ability to be able to discern the consequences of her actions (aka, throwing things off a boat probably means it’s gone forever).

This particular boat ride seemed particularly, um, expensive. Not only money-cost wise, but emotional-cost wise. If that makes sense.

I’ll set the scene:

Blair was on a roll. She started with crackers, which we didn’t think too much about. If a cracker falls on the floor of the boat, it gets tossed over the edge into the water. So, Blair cut out the middleman (aka, the floor) and just tossed the crackers directly from the plate into the drink. Then she set her sights on her big sister.

Sorry ’bout your luck, beautiful necklace that your teacher gave you as a present on your last day of school, Paige. You now sleep with the fishes.

What’s that, special tiny Disney Princess purse Paige has been carrying around for weeks? You love to swim? Allow me.

Dear Paige’s expensive glasses, I hereby decide to see if you sink or float. You don’t float. XOXO, Blair.

You get idea. Somehow none of us did (except my older brother. He later wondered why the hell we didn’t just take everything away from her. If only he had spoken up sooner…)

I think we just all assumed their love was too strong for something like this. We never in our wildest dreams imagined she’d do it. In short … we forgot she was 2.

Picture it all happening in slow motion. Picture lots of adults slowly yelling, “Noooooooooooooo!!!!” as Blair picked up spare Bunbun and deftly tossed him off the front of the moving boat. The front of the moving pontoon boat. I think you see where this is going.

It was like  a horror movie for toddlers. The makings of Doc McStuffins’ worst nightmare. I ran to the back of the boat just in time to see a ridiculous amount of stuffing bloom to the surface of the water. Botsie quickly cut the motor (tangled around which we later found Bunbun’s remains). Derrick (in true dramatic fashion) picked Blair up and covered her eyes. The boat fell silent as the severed head of Bunbun slowly floated by just below the surface of the water. I swear, it was like a scene from Titanic. I’ve never seen a boat with 13+ people on board (and one dog) so quiet.

Blair seemed unaffected. Until about an hour later when she realized she was tired, and her sister and cousins repeatedly reminded her that she threw Bunbun in the water, and he is “all gone. Forever.” Cue the race home to find original Bunbun, and an exhaustive search of eBay for a new backup. (Is this getting confusing yet? Stay with me folks.)

So, that night I order 2 “new” Bunbuns from eBay, and declare that original Bunbun is never to leave the house again.

SIDENOTE: I’ve said it once, and I’ll say it until I die (or until Blair outgrows Bunbun – whichever happens first): Bunnies By The Bay. Seriously? SERIOUSLY!?!?!?!?!? Do NOT make loveys for babies and systematically discontinue them! They are IMPOSSIBLE to find. It’s ridiculous. It’s stupid. And it makes me want to hurt someone.

The new Bunbuns arrive a few days later, and I have to say I was very pleased with the resemblance.

Bunbun

Original Bunbun on the left, newest Bunbun on the right. Maybe a little too fluffy, maybe not exact, but pretty freaking close.

Feeling pretty pleased with myself, I decide to see what Blair thinks. I sneak original Bunbun away from her and hand her one of the new Bunbuns. She stops what she’s doing, looks down at it, looks up at me, LAUGHS IN MY FACE, and says “na ma Bunbun.” Then she ceremoniously tosses it on the floor and walks away.

Folks, this happens EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. we hand her one of the new Bunbuns. I’ve done everything I can to try to “unfluff” them. I’ve left them in the rain. I’ve taken scissors to their pretty, soft fur. I’ve washed them about a million times. I’ve started sleeping with them. I’ve even tried to convince Ramsey to have a go at them.

Nothing. It’s become a joke with our family. Need a laugh? Hand Blair a new Bunbun and watch her mock it. Want to upset her quickly? Grab original Bunbun and hand her “na ma Bunbun” instead (I’m looking at you, Paige). In fact, we have taken to referring to these new additions as Na Ma Bunbun.

She is only allowed to leave the house with one of the Na Ma Bunbuns. So, she leaves the house empty-handed. She is offered Na Ma Bunbun to snuggle while original Bunbun gets a “bath” in the washing machine (which happens almost daily … he is so gross). So, she opts to just sit and cry until he is done.

I think you get the idea. We’re pretty much screwed if anything happens to Bunbun. Na Ma Bunbun isn’t cutting it.

Oh, except for one exception.

Blair now needs BOTH Bunbun and Na Ma Bunbun in her bed to sleep. She tosses Na Ma Bunbun to the corner of her crib, but he must indeed be there before she’ll settle down.

Well-played, Blair.

Well. Played.

One thought on “The Bunbun Saga Continues

  1. Ooooh – kids & their ‘Nah Nahs’ – you had Stormy (the horse – which your brothers tormented you with), Jay had Bear Weekeeker (made me carry Bear places when he thought he was ‘too old’ to carry a stuffed bear), & Rob had Mikey Monkey (when I asked why he loved him, he said, “Because I can talk to him and he doesn’t talk back!”)!! God love children and their ‘security loveys’!!!

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