M&R in the race car shopping cart at Whole Foods, munching on raw corn on the cob.
Riley launching himself at me, yelling, "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou!", burying his head in my shoulder, then demanding, "More IloveyouIloveyou?"
All of us bouncing on the trampoline at a friend's house
When on a walk on Sunday afternoon, Riley declaring, "Riley likey stroller" for the whole ride to Trader Joe's
Long-overdue haircuts by Mama turn out pretty well (if I do say so myself)
Riley going down the slide at the park and at home, only holding on to my hand
"Sleeping in" until 7:00 on Sunday morning, then bringing the twins in my bed for a jumping-on-the-bed fest
At bedtime, hearing the twins list all of the people who love them: "Daddy love you, Moo love you, Ba love you, YaYa love you . . ."
Maddie's somewhat tuneless song upon awakening after Saturday's nap: "Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle . . . poop."