Two bedrooms. Two bathrooms. Five kids under the age of five.
Two types of creatures kissed by Carolena: two hermit crabs and one mullet.
Don't dare that girl to do anything.
At least one nap.
One more female who proved the continued strength of the Svendsen Gene.
Welcome to the club, Jack Jack.
One picture of Carolena that strangely looks nothing like her. Who is this child?
Oh, there she is! One picture of Carolena that captures so much... "Carolena won't get offfff meeeee."
Two cousins who will go through life hearing the phrase, "this photo will be at their joint graduation party someday" over and over and over.
Actually, strike that, there will be at least four cousins hearing that phrase...
One baby who likes pacifiers. One baby who likes to steal pacifiers just to get his goat.
One set of muppets in a sink bathtub. "We're baby tigers." Ah yes, because of the buckets on your heads. That makes perfect sense. I should have known.
A full day on the beach complete with picnic and skipped naps.
Blondies and watermelon and pineapple and American flag sheet cake.
S'mores. Oh Lordy, the s'mores.
Three big kids in pjs on Jimmer's lap for Brer Rabbit bedtime stories.
Children insisting that "Moom do it."What is "it" in this sentence? Anything and everything.
Record breaking seaweed.
Kids old enough to sit on the deck in pajamas and watch the fireworks.
A glorious fourth indeed.
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