Mary is four months old today. She doesn't seem to be doing much more than when she was three months old, but that's what I pretty much expect.
She loves to smile at her bigger sister Sarah Beth, more than she does at me. Hmmm. I think my feelings should be hurt since I feed her, change her diapers, and get up with her in the middle of the night, but I just can't be upset...especially when Mary smiles at me.
This picture is typical of these sisters' relationship. Rachel tries to smother Mary with love while Mary endures it. (Often, I have to call Rachel off. She seems to think that Mary is just another toy to play with.)