Work it.

Riley is sporting this little number this morning.  I left her in her room to get dressed, and when she came out, Mike just happened to be home.  Isaid to him, "I didn't realize how, uh, tight that outfit is." 

He replied, "She's workin' it."  Riley looked at him and matter-of-factly stated, "Yes.  That's what Riley's do.  They work it."  This will, no doubt, be the best conversation I hear all day.

Yesterday, Noelle got her hands on a pair of Riley's new kicks and decided to take them for a turn.

We also found a new meaning for the phrase "tummy time."  The girls loved showing Daddy their "pretty" tummies (note the make-up brush) when he got home from work.

 And this guy?  He's awesome.  'Nuff said.