Ruthie met her middle-namesake, my Aunt Chris, over the weekend. They really hit it off…

and they were happy to include Grandma in the conversation.

In addition to being held by big (and not so big) brothers…

…Ruth is getting lots of kisses from Daddy,

and an occasional kiss from Molly, though it is generally discouraged because as my mom always said, “you never know where that dog’s mouth has been”. Although in Molly’s case, I do know where that dog’s mouth has been, which is precisely why she typically is not allowed to kiss the baby. This picture really bothers me. Excuse me while I go wash Ruth’s hands. Again.

And just a couple close-up shots of the little peanut.