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This is Uta’s diary! In here, she will record her experiences with her Astra, Lepus. Please do not post in her diary unless she specifies otherwise.
This is Lepus!

Name: Lepus
Constellation: The Hare
Gender: Male
D.O.B.: 4/13/04
Age: Adolescent
Height: 4'6"
Skin Color: White skin with brown spots
Eye Color: Green
Special Features: Massive ears, large feet and only four fingers per hand.
Status: Lepus is a very active, friendly, and easygoing young man. He's handsome, but doesn't tend to realize it due to his constant scurrying. Despite his tendency to jump from one interest to another, he is sensitive to others' needs.
Mate: None… yet

Family

April 15th
A Wednesday


He's been with me two days-- Has it only been that short of a time? Two days. . . 48 hours. . . . .
Three days ago I would have never imagined my life would have taken such an unexpected turn in the park. . .
In those bushes. . . On that night.
Three days ago my life had been settled; a routine of work, of art, and of sleep. . . A constant cycle, forever unchanging, forever ticking slowly away. . . .
It wasn't a bad life; but it wasn't truly living. . . . The monotony was too addicting to TRULY be changed. . . .
But that was three days ago; today, I can hardly imagine a life without him.
Lepus, the little darling. . . .
So cold and so scared when I'd first laid my eyes upon his shivering form. . . So uncertain about his future, I'd done what any with a soul would have. I took him. . . .
Wrapped him in a blanket, held him close to my heart, and tried to be as comforting as I could. . . . Apparantly it had worked, as the darling had slept through the rest of the night.
I'd found no sleep. . . . It wouldn't come; I was too worried about the young one's health, about him potentially falling prey to some virus. . some disease. . . .
But he'd slept and slept. . . As if he'd never rested before.
That was yesterday. . .
Today was something else entirely! I'd worried that perhaps he WAS ill, with how quiet he appeared to be. .
I was concerned that, perhaps, there was some problem with him that I wasn't certain of, hand't seen before. . . .
But all my fears have been washed away come the dawn.

I woke to him rolling around on my bed. I'd kept him with me the past two nights, if only to better keep an eye on him. Besides, I wasn't really expecting another darling in my life. . . I'm still a little short on room.

Needless to say, he was crawling around the bed, wrapping and tangling himself in the warm velvet blanket. The softness seemed to appeal to his young senses. So I decided to play a game with him. . .
Gathering up the rest of my blankets, I piled them around him, almost make a sort of nest. . .
Lepus seemed to enjoy himself, almost burrowing deeper down into the bed itself. Occassionally I'd place one of the covers over his burrow, disappearing from his sight. . . A game of peek-a-boo seemed to progress, msyelf peering in at random before quickly "shutting" off his sight again. . .

I think he liked it. . . Most children did, and being so young, he didn't SEEM upset by it at all. . . .

In fact, from what I've found, he doesn't seem to get upset very easily at all! Our games with the blankets commensed for awhile, before I decided a spot of breakfast would be well needed. . . .

I was hungry, and I wasn't about to let the poor child starve! He hadn't eaten much the day before, so I was certain he'd be hungry. . . .
And I was right.

We feasted upon---- Drat!

I thought I had him down for an afternoon nap . . . . Apparantly HE has other plans!


~Uta

((Huzzuh for gifts-- *will throw in her new entry momentarily* ^^; ))

A present for the new one in the family!



I hope Lepus enjoys it! It's soft and squishy and should be able to take a beating.

Best wishes,
slyabney

April 21
A Wednesday


Book--

Well, it finally happened. . . Two things, actually, which makes for quite the bittersweet afternoon. . . .
The boy, for all his activity, has been finding it difficult to maneuver around the house just on hands and knees. . . .
He's noticed, of course, that I don't crawl, and he's noticed, of course, that there are things one can do that he CAN'T whilst upon the floor. . . .
So he's been experiment with standing.
Now, don't get me wrong, I'm ecstatic. At his rate of experimentation, I'm sure he'll be walking in no time. . .
Which means, on the other hand, a lot more trouble he can potentially get INTO. . . .
But maybe he won't be so interested in the things found upon the floor?
. . .
. . .
. . .
Nah---somehow I doubt that'll ever change. If there's one thing Lepus enjoys, it appears to be food and, on more than one occassion, other non-edible goods. . .

Still--as for the bittersweet day, I've found that he DID manage to take his first few steps. . . . And fall flat on his face in doing so. The action appeared to confuse him, this "walking vertical" thing--but he certainly does't have the balance down. . . .
And I almost worry about his feet, which WERE the prime subject of tripping him.
Am I concerned by the fact he only has four fingers? No--- I hardly notice. . .
Am I concerned by the fact his feet are unusually large? No--I'd expect that from a hare. . . .
But, on that same note, I'm concerned with HOW he'll manage to deal with them. . .
I know, I know--given time, he'll work on the walking bit. . . And he'll learn how to balance himself AND not get tripped up over his feet. . .
But a mother can worry, can't she?
The spill he took on the floor was hard. . . very hard. . .
Hard enough for him to actually cry. . .

Book, I feel awful. . . I had been right there and I hadn't been able to catch him. . .Hadn't been able to stop him. Sure, he wasn't hurt, merely shaken up by the sudden loss of wind. . . But, gods, I was right there.
Yes, I realize that I'm NOT gonna be there for him at every twist and turn, no matter how much I'd want to be. . and that protecting him from EVERYTHING will give him nothing but a sheltered, just-as-hurtful life. . .
But if you'd seen those tears, if you'd heard those sobs. . .
You'd be feeling just as bad too.

May 3rd
A Monday

It's been awhile. I do apologize for the sudden lack of updates. . . There's just been so much going on with both my life and Lepus's that I don't know where to begin. . .

He grew up---did I tell you that? Probably not. . . Where as in my last entry I see I'm describing his "mutterings" about fish and pants. . . Well. . now I can actually hold a conversation with the boy! He's out of his crib (which is a good thing?) and into an actual bed. . . I can't say that's a blessing or curse as of yet. ~.^ This gives him free reign at all hours of the day and night. . . .
And he IS quite the active little bunny.

I still can't believe how he's grown. . He's. . . Well. . . He's huge. Huge being 4 feet something. . . I haven't actually taken his measurements, but perhaps I shall? Just to see how tall he gets. . with and WITHOUT his ears. . .

He's as inquisitive as ever, if not particularly wise. Any wisdom he harbors he keeps to himself. . . In fact, I almost wonder how serious he CAN manage to be. Like he was as a mere toddlar, I have yet to see him COMPLETELY uspet. . . Or miserable. .or depressed. . .

He's fallen a few times, knocked the wind out of him--but that was only temporary fear. . And after a hug and kiss, he's back to doing whatever it was BEFORE the fall. . . . I worry about him though, more now than ever. He's decided that since he CAN talk and CAN run away from me--that he will. I know I know. . . It's merely a phase. . . . He's just a boy being independent and boyish. . . . And I'm nothing more than "Mom". . .

'"It's OK Mom!"' He likes to tell me. . .
'"I'll be alright, Mom."' He's said that more times than I can imagine. . . But is it really wrong for me TO worry? To fret? I just fear that he's growing too fast. . That I don't have time to teach him things. . . To teach him and guide him. . . . One day he was a babe, still dependent fully on me. . . The next. . well. . . The next he's nothing but a wild boy. . . Running free. . .


Gods--- He doesn't sit still. He's active, and into EVERYTHING. I've found him trying his hand at mixing aesthetic AND culinary arts with crayons. . . . The picture was coloured on as much as the desk. . . and I swear a few of those wax crayons suffered from his teeth. . .
He eats everything, and I have no idea where it goes. Breakfast, lunch, dinner and the multiple snacks and treats and desserts inbetween! Candy, vegetables, sweets and proteins--he eats anything so long as it's not quite-alive. . .

Can we say hyper-active metabolism? At least that's what I believe. . .

On another note, to prove his amibitious nature, he came home half-drowned the other day. . . And thought nothing of it. He'd run off again, and I have no idea WHAT he did. . . Apparantly it was some failed-attempt at swimming. . .

His exact words had been, 'I'm not as much a fish as I'd thought I was, Mom. . . '

Well of COURSE he's not a fish. . He was covered in sand and dirt (obviously he didn't come QUITE home) but I made him clean up and dry himself off. I really DON'T want him catching his death of cold. . . Especially if he'd tried to swim.

I think he was discouraged in the end---and I don't believe he's tried swimming again. Perhaps I shall take him out and try to teach him. . .
I guess we'll just see what happens.

Well, Book, I fear I've written in this long enough. . .
I should be asleep, as my boy is. . .
Lost in dreams and hopes and happiness. . .

I worry about him, how kind and honest he truly is. . .
The world isn't used to children so naive. . so innocent. . .
And I can only IMAGINE what REAL harms might come his way in the future. . .
The world isn't as sweet as he is. . .
But what can I do. . ?
Not enough Book. . .
Not enough.