Caroline slept through the present-opening part of the morning, which is logical given that she work up screaming bloody murder twice the night before. "Nothing was stirring, not even a mouse..." Right.
Anywho, here are some photos of the big day, capped off with one of her 'Uncle' Max, Grammy's dachshund, who has taken to protecting Caroline from us. Apparently when she cries, he thinks we're hurting her, which is cute, but a shade insulting. :) I'm apparently feeling an inferiority complex about my parenting skills, brought on by a dog.
This was my doing:
Godparents, Ashley and Matt
Max:
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