Yay! A new Coke box!

I know you're in there, River.  Move over--I want in too!
Thus began a game of musical chairs with the Coke box until they came upon the correct configuration for both of them to fit in there at the same time...

Like a glove!
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Because it's there--part 2.

The following day found Simon once again on the second floor.  No one has ever accused him of being a quick learner.  Here he is pondering his predicament.  True to my word, I wasn't going to help him down the stairs this time.

River, being the resident stair master, took it upon herself to show Simon how to descend the stairs.  I can imagine the conversation going like this:
River:  Okay, you have to hop down like this...are you paying attention?
Simon:  [Caught trying to "nope" back up the stairs.]  Uh...yeah!

See?  It's easy!  You can do this!

Don't be scared!
She gave him bunny kisses as encouragement.

You're doing it wrong.  You're not supposed to slide down the step on your belly--and keep your back legs together!

Simon successfully made it to the landing!  Now, I think River is wondering if she needs to show me how to go down the stairs as well.

River hopped ahead of Simon, so he's on his own.  He has this look that says, "Okay, how do I do this again?"

I think he's got it!  River is a good little teacher.

Now that he's confident going down the stairs, Simon has taken to pacing me step for step similar to a dog heeling its master.  This made me chuckle the first time he did it.  River is starting to do it as well.
This comes in handy when I want them to follow me downstairs--at most, I'll have to tap my leg and they'll start following me.

Because it's there.

And so it begins...

This is bunny history in the making--the discovery of how to climb stairs.

What a rush!  New mission--climb all the stairs!!!

Don't leave meee!
This is how Simon got "peer pressured" into climbing the stairs.

The bunnies have reached the second landing and decide to make base camp here in order to adjust to this massive change in altitude.  Simon seems distinctly less happy than River at the prospect of climbing more stairs.

At this point, Simon is beginning to wonder what exactly he's gotten himself into.  River seems to be egging him on from the second floor.  The look she's giving him screams, "Follow me you pansy!"

A close-up of Simon's look of regret.

Simon finally makes it up to the second floor and does a bit of exploring.  He looks like he's saying, "Oh, fantastic!  Two closed doors and a floor I can't walk on--that was really worth the effort.  Thanks for making me follow you on this grand adventure, River." 

Wait, wait, wait!  You're not just gonna leave me up here, are you?!  How do I get back down?!?!
...And she's gone.

Oh, what was I thinking following her up here?!  Okay, don't panic...

I know!  I'll just act like I meant to get stuck on the second floor for the rest of my natural life.  Yep, no regrets here!
At this point, I had to carry Simon back down the stairs.  On the way down, he made the mistake of looking at how far up off of the ground he was.  He made an "Eeeep!" sound and promptly proceeded to bury his little face in my cleavage until we were safely on terra firma.
I told him that if he went upstairs again, he'd have to figure out how to get back down on his own.  This, my darlings, is the subject of tomorrow's post.

Let's go exploring!

When I let them out of their cages for the first time in our new apartment, Simon and River ran in tandem around the living room.

Then it turned into a game of follow the leader.

Simon seems genuinely surprised to find the mirror bunny in our new place.  He got a kiss in greeting.

River is a bit more suspicious of the mirror bunny and seems to be wondering how she got here when no forwarding address was given.

Hmm...things are different, but the same.  Time to check out more stuff!

Oh good, the Coke box made it here safely!
In the background, you can see our make-shift bunny barricade to keep them off of the manky kitchen floor until we could thoroughly scour it clean.

You climb these things?!  Nope.

I'm so going up these later!  (Spoiler alert:  The topic of tomorrow's post.)

We think they like their new home.

Everybun does their part.

There wasn't enough room at our new apartment for the planter of parsley I've been growing since April, so I harvested it and gave it to the bunnies.  This is their contribution to helping us move.
I present to you two completely different approaches on how to eat parsley. 
Simon's approach:  Intercept the parsley before it can be placed in the cage and eat it as quickly as possible.
River's approach:  Savor the parsley like a fine wine over the course of 30 minutes.

 Going...

Going...

Gone in 60 seconds.  

And then depression set in when there was no more parsley to eat.

What a lovely bouquet of parsley...it smells delightful!

Now, I must daintily rearrange the parsley so that I eat the stems first to save the best for last.

Then, delicately nibble off one stem of parsley from the bunch.

Quietly savoring the last of the summer parsley harvest.

Bunny ear hug.

I love it when their ears do this.  Plus, a bonus bunny kiss for your viewing pleasure!
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Bunnies don't kiss and tell.

I caught Simon quickly kissing the mirror bunny while River wasn't looking.

River is a bit less discreet about her affection for the mirror bunny.  Simon is giving his counterpart a bunny ear high-five, so I guess he's cool with turnabout being fair play.

Hover butt.

Much like the cartoon roadrunner, River is able to defy gravity by simply ignoring it.

How we spent last Friday night...

If you saw this pic and thought that this doesn't look like our living room, you'd be correct.  It's actually part of our master bedroom and walk-in closet cleverly turned into a bunny containment area.  "Why?" you ask.  Good question...

This turned into our last refuge for fresh air after I inadvertently fumigated the rest of our apartment using oven cleaner in our kitchen.  "How did that happen?" you ask.  Do I have a story for you...
Now, it's not as if I've never used oven cleaner before: 
Gloves?  Check!
All windows open?  Double check!!
Fans running?  Check.
It was just that the oven cleaner I used was always the foaming variety.  This can was not that type, so it was a tad bit harder to see where I had already sprayed the stuff.

A word to the wise:  If you ever find yourself wondering if you've already sprayed a part of your oven with the oven cleaner or think that maybe you should hit that spot again, just to be sure...
If you have to ask this question, the answer is always, "NO!!!"

After a couple of minutes of spraying oven cleaner in every nook and cranny of the oven, I came to quickly realize that no amount of ventilation (or fans) would've been sufficient to remain in the kitchen or surrounding area. 
I just managed to tell my husband (who was standing by looking extremely concerned for my well-being), "Move," [wheeze] "Bunnies!" [cough, wheeze, gag]
And so the bunnies went on a field trip into our bedroom...

My husband heroically finished cleaning the oven while I bunnysat. 
When he was done, he poked his head into the room and said, "You used too much oven cleaner."
I wheezed back, "What remains of my lungs agrees."
If you look closely, you will find the can of concentrated (but effective) evil sitting on the stove.  Oh, the things we do to get our full security deposit back!
Now that is one clean stove!

Moving day 2013!

Simon is patiently waiting for our move to be complete.  River is trying to figure out how to get the lid on the box to make the process go faster--new apartments to conquer and all that!

I have some posts scheduled to go for this week so your flow of bunny cuteness shouldn't be interrupted.  Due to having no clue when we'll have internet access again, if you comment, just know I'm not being rude and ignoring you--I'll reply just as soon as I'm able!