Saulchik's fancy car, which makes him right proud. 
Summer mathematicians. It must be summer because Naomi won't take off her bathing suit till bedtime (the better to hop in and out of our brand new and already filthy plastic Nemo pool, courtesy of Kristy, or "Dursty," if you ask Hannah. Thank G-d she had the good sense to buy it.)
Twins, reading the fine print.
Ezra, sweetest imaginable version, enjoying his well-earned computer time. (His jobs: 1. Daven, 2. Read out loud for at least 15 minutes, 3. Do not harm sisters.)
Yasha loves to make that lip-rolling, spitting noise you can just hear him making here. Today, in the first real instance (that I've been privileged to witness, anyway) of obviously intentional twin-communication, Yasha leaned over and did it to Saul, and Saul leaned back and did it to Yash, and they touched foreheads, then got back to the finger food on their high chairs.
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