GENERATION 2
GWEN'S CURRENT AMOUNT OF KIDS: 7
TOTAL AMOUNT OF KIDS BORN: 16
Ever been so desperate for cash that you send one of your youngest kids out on a wild goose chase for a bunch of metals and rocks in the dead of winter? Gwen knows that feel -- so it's become a sort of family tradition.
It's a miracle that he didn't get frostbite and Gwen finally got some royalties flowing in:
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| No surprise the most explicit one makes the most dough. |
Greg, on the other hand, isn't so concerned with earning cash as much as saving cash. He's treating Ingrid and Kendall to some free ice-skating fun, once again killing two birds with one stone on the whole loves his family, the cold and the outdoors.
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| If Ingrid falls and chips a tooth, at least it's clean. |
Too bad after the two-hour trip, it turns out the pond was too small to support even two Sims. Turns were taken, and spills were seen.
Gwen's day was much more productive with all the other kids out on the town. The walker's been taking a break as well.
Even more amazing is that the next day, the easel's finally been getting some work done. This work is entitled "Labor Pains in Sunlit Tides":
As a reward for completing an amazing total of two paintings, Gwen treated herself to the quickest massage person and hairdresser available at the local spa -- only to actually go into labor twenty minutes after returning home.
The kids decided to use this time off to make something of a party for this special occasion. Too bad they don't realize this day would've been much more special if they actually went to school and their mom wasn't try to have as much kids as she could possibly have.
At least the labor didn't last much longer than six hours. Another single baby boy!
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| At least he'll be interesting to watch. |
Have I mentioned teens are a blessing in this chapter yet? If not, here's the token mention and cute picture.
After celebrating Mike's arrival with leftover waffles and stu surprise (that misspelling irks me so much, you have no idea), the kids promptly went to take a midday power nap, so Mom and Baby could have some alone time. Also, I finally managed to situate the rooms in a way that everyone isn't crammed like sardines.
Upon awakening from their food coma, the kids slowly but surely filed downstairs, but before not surprising me with their relationship statuses. Greg had wanted to tell Jake a story -- presumably about getting the school principal fired . . . out of a canon and into the face of the Sun -- only to find that one story wasn't going to fix anything between these two anytime soon.
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| Karma for stealing all his lollipops? |
Even more surprising is the fact that the two of them had a pretty decent repertoire during dinnertime, but that feeling wore off pretty quick when I got a quick look at Jake's face. There's no way a poison or laxative wasn't slipped in that dish of waffles.
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| The saying is that eyes are the windows to the soul. Jake is showing his lack thereof. |
Ignorance is bliss.
At least Ingrid and Kendall have a good enough relationship to share secrets, such as a gem like this:
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| Doesn't everyone's dad? |
After preparing tomorrow's dinner tonight like your typical 100 Baby Challenge mother, Gwen took some time to write Daniel Pleasant a love letter. Hopefully she can mimic Kaylynn Langerak's handwriting down to a T.
But enough about that! Gwen's got a birthday to attend to!
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| Way ahead of you game! |
Much like imaginary friend dolls, the midlife crisis rears its ugly head uninvited, stumbling about like your drunk friend stumbling into your home and throwing up in your antique vase.
Ingrid speaks for the household.
Gwen's first action was to log on her laptop and chat with Daniel Pleasant, presumably on Ashley Madisim. After two hours of luring in another victim, Gwen went on to begin writing her new book.
Apparently Harry is a kick-ass masseur, as he gets a rather hefty holiday bonus. For a guy that only gets $100 per workday even this has to be overkill.
We need all the cash we can get though, because in addition to a feast, the triplets are having their teen birthday.
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| Sleeping? With five teens in the house? lol |
The triplets, surprisingly enough, decided to spend their last hours of childhood not by staring at screens of various sizes, but rather by playing outside. Too bad they ended up feeling frozen after 2 hours or so, because these scenes were cute as hell.
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| Fun fact: In wintertime, I used my beach toys to make snow-castles and snow-starfish. |
With all that bonding out of the way, the trips are ready for the likes of proms, he-said-she-said, snubbing, and college applications.
These guys grew up pretty good despite Griffin Alto's genes.
Ingrid still has the same opinion on her mom's midlife crisis. She got a glimpse of Gwen's text to Daniel, and, well . . .
