Simon's secret stash.

What?!  I put my toys away!  Oh, you mean they're communal property and I have to let River have access to them?

The call of the wild.

The weather has been nice enough for us to finally open up the sliding glass door.  River was immediately drawn to it and Simon, being his usual high-strung self, decided that the best approach would be to slowly crawl towards this new development.
Huh.  Okay, I guess this isn't so bad and I don't think we're in immediate danger.  These new smells are amazing!
Simon decided to not push his luck with all of the new stuff, so he only hung around the open door for about a minute before he was off to more familiar things.  River was transfixed by the new sights and smells of spring.  She kept trying to put her paws on the screen door or wedge herself between the screen door and the glass one trying to explore this new frontier.
She even resorted to begging to go outside.  It was hard to say no to that little face, but there's no way we're letting either of them out on our balcony.  Oh, the call of the wild!

Socially awkward bunny.

This is Simon being a bit pushy with his need for River's attention.  He'll see her cleaning and immediately go over and shove his head under her face so she'll start cleaning him instead (sneaky bun).  This time, he almost knocked her over in his eagerness.

After repeatedly following her around and interrupting her cleaning, River started to get annoyed and hopped across the room.  Simon, oblivious as always, decided it would be a great idea to nose-bonk the side of her head to get her attention.
I can only liken this behavior to a small child repeatedly saying, "Mom.  Momma!  Mum!!  MOMMY!!!" to get their mother's attention (usually for no reason at all).  Just replace all of the 'mom' variants with 'River' and that's what Simon was like all day.  Sometimes the little fella is a bit needy.  

I think I interrupted something...

River has her patented 'butter wouldn't melt' face and looks like she's saying, "We totally weren't plotting to take over the world or anything...promise!"  Simon, on the other hand...

He looks like a curmudgeonly old man in this pic.  I can imagine him saying, "Darn kids.  Get off my lawn!"  I would also compare it to the McKayla Maroney 'unimpressed' face:

I think it goes without saying that I didn't take this pic, so don't sue me.  The similarities are uncanny, just reversed...and different species...and no Olympic medal for Simon...and Simon isn't a girl!  Hmm.  I still think they look similar.  Yep, that's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Well, I hope that gave you a chuckle.  Thanks for visiting the blog!  Here's hoping that you have a great (perhaps even impressive) weekend and we'll be back on Monday!

Things to do in the entryway.

Here's Simon in all of his derpy glory.  Judging by the bunny tongue, I suspect he has learned a valuable lesson as to why it's a bad idea to lick the corner baseboards before I've completely finished spring cleaning.

River looks like she's having a much better time than Simon if the full lop flop in front of the door is anything to go by.  I think she's settling in for a nap.

Joining in a bunny game!

Sometimes I think Simon and River just see me as something fun to climb on.  Usually, they're playing the bunny version of "King of the Mountain" (which I imagine is called "Alpha of the Lap").  The goal of which is to nudge the other off of me because for some reason both bunnies cannot occupy my lap at the same time.  I can't argue with those rules!  I play the roll of "toll collector" for this game and get paid with either a nose-bonk from River or a lick on the forehead from Simon.  It's nice to be included. 

Gimme oats!

After hopping back into her cage for the evening, River was so excited for oats that she grabbed onto the dish as I was setting it into her cage.

It was clear that she wasn't going to let go of it, so I figured it was best to just hold it while she ate rather than accidentally knocking her over trying to dislodge her feet from the food dish.  River is very serious about her oats.  Here she is attempting to fit all of the oats in her mouth at once.

And then depression sets in as she realizes that the oats are almost gone.  They're just sooo good that she can't help but scarf them down instead of savoring them.  Oh, first world bunny problems!