Cuban Americans. versions 2.0 and 3.0

Mother's Day at Alina's house. I'll save you the trouble of counting. There are nineteen people in this picture. My big, fat Cuban-American nieces and nephews, and grand-nieces and grand-nephews (phew).
The oldest (my mom) in the center, is ninety-three. The youngest on her lap, is three months old.
Eleven out of sixteen cousins ranging in ages from forty-three to eleven, are represented here, and all seven of her great-grandchildren.
She originally wanted a photo with just the great-grands, but they are all too young and wiggly to sit still for the photo-op, so I made an executive decision to include all the cousins that were present. (good call, huh? =D)
I took twenty-two (!!!) shots of them, trying to get them all to look at me and smile all at once. I was jumping up and down and making noise and trying to hold the camera still at the same time. I think I even broke a sweat. This is one of the better shots, but as you can see the Gma is distracted by the baby in her lap and Ben found a car that was much more interesting than Aunt Marta's antics behind the camera.
The part you don't see is the line up next to me - sisters and husbands calling out, making jokes, and laughing. All ~~talking~~ yelling at the same time, loudly, so they can be heard above everyone else, as is usual for a gathering of Cubans. Calling out the names of the toddlers, shouting instructions to their own children. "Natalie, don't slouch!" "Mason look up here!" "Alberto, lean forward!" "Nikki, smile!" "George!!!"