This isn’t my family, but I do love this photo arrangement.
Our son is the oldest. He was followed a year and a half later by a daughter. Two and a half years later we had another daughter. Seventeen months later we had another son. That made for four under six. I hesitate to bring that up because every time I have brought it up I am treated to stories of families with fourteen children under four each of whom had colic. Nevertheless, our four young children has been a busy delight. To this point they have swam in our aquarium, colored each other with magic marker three hours before family pictures (not the above picture, thankfully), attempted to climb unto the roof while I was cleaning gutters (before birthday number two), stolen a live microphone during a wedding reception, repeatedly emptied the ashes from our fireplace, almost came to blows over whether gentleness was a fruit of the Spirit, and woken me by suctioning my feet with plungers. If you have children, it won't surprise you to find I remember this all with fondness, except for the repeated emptying of the fireplace; that was malicious.