And a bonus pic of the nephew:

At four months, Clara is the smiliest baby you ever did meet (ahem, even though she’s not smiling here). And, more than that, her smile is mesmerizing—if you catch her smiling at you, you’ll lose your train of thought and your knees will go all weak and you’ll just beg the whole world to stop so you can take a moment to catch your breath and soak in her cuteness. Or maybe that’s just me. She rolls from her back to her tummy, but so far not the other way. She sleeps on her tummy (ALL night! A child who sleeps all night? What is this wonderful creature?). She has so much to say. So much. All the time. She sucks her thumb—both of them, actually, if she can manage it. She is incredibly patient with two rambunctious big brothers who are always in her space. How we love our laid back, sweet-natured little girl.

A series of portraits of the kids.

I finally admitted to myself that Clara has nearly grown out of her 0–3 months size clothes. I was so sad about that and have all week been putting off the task of boxing the clothes up and getting out the next size. But now I’m sitting here two-thirds of the way through sorting through and folding the 3–6 months size clothes—some handed down by beloved friends, a few saved from her brothers, some brand new as gifts for Clara, one or two (or, um, several) I couldn’t stop myself from buying. She is snoozing in the bassinet nearby, and, oh good grief, it is taking every single last bit of willpower I have to stop myself from waking her up and changing her clothes three or four times in a row. For the next three months, at least, our little Mei Mei is going to be one stylish chica.