You know how it is when you come downstairs after nursing the baby to sleep for his nap, and discover that in your absence the children have assembled a great congregation of toyishness, such that you fear the dining room chairs will never be dug out from underneath said toys ever ever again?

And you try to take photos to capture the magnificence of the toy assembly, but the photos don’t do it justice, and in the end all you have to show for your effort is a slightly-blurry visage of unnervingly compelling bunnies.
 
 

Hello bunnies. Please stop looking at me.

It was that kind of a weekend.