Wave O' Babies

GENERATION 2

GWEN'S CURRENT AMOUNT OF KIDS: 5

TOTAL AMOUNT OF KIDS BORN: 14

    You ever have those days when you try to do something fun, only to find it ends up being a total chore? Gwen knows that feel. What was supposed to be a simple bubble bath ended up becoming an inadvertent water-birthing session!

     Gwen quickly hopped out of the bathtub and threw on her usual clothes, which, unfortunately, brings us to the fact that she hadn't had much of a chance to chuck a bar of soap under her pits. Aunt Heather was very understanding of this, though.

At least to her sister's face.

    

       Heather, by the way, pretty much huddled herself away in Greg and Harry's nursery, and once they were put in their cribs, she left for work. After a laborious five hours of sweating and moaning in silence, Gwen gave birth to the first triplets of the challenge! This was even more surprising that the blog's traffic sources!*

     Thankfully, I managed to get a pretty rare shot: two toddlers and three newborns sleeping away in harmony.

    Bills, sadly, are a regular occurrence with the Hollands.

     Along with the bills were some other articles of mail, such as -- 

     With all the lag that's inevitable with damn near every 100 Baby Challenge ever done, that's aspect of a Sim's life that I'm so not dealing with. The aspects that do matter?

    Welp, I'm not dealing with five dependent Sims at a time. Greg and Harry need to get through these tedious skill-building sessions!

  Yes, I do realize I may be using these things as a crutch. To be fair, Gwen only had enough energy to deal with one tot at a time. If I manually trained every single toddler this blog would never end.

And it gives Gwen and the tots an extra good moodlet, so nyeh.

   After manually training Harry how to walk, I bought them two birthday cakes so they can be independent and get kicked out sooner actually have a life outside this house.

I was even nice enough to get the two different flavors!

      The evil twin loves his family and the friendly twin has a mother that loves art? Oh, the irony.

Why did I mess up the trait screenshots so much today? :-(

     They grew up pretty cute, though.

     Sadly, Harry's first gift was the gift of that weird school glitch. You know the one where some kids are forced to attend but others aren't even allowed inside the building?

 

   Greg still decided on brushing up on the basics of being an evil mastermind by bonding with Fluffy. She was nice enough to find a goldfinch for Greg to sell for some extra cash.

   For all her hard work, I also bought Gwen some limetime rewards. One less person that needs to use a shower regularly is a gift unto itself.

  Also online dating is a gift. Makes ditching guys once Gwen gets some of their baby batter much easier and satisfying.

Alonso isn't even trying to get over us, is he?

     Greg thankfully avoids some of the inevitable mental trauma that comes with seeing Mom with a gaggle of guys every other day by playing some EA product placement. Gwen makes herself useful by saving some bucks by repairing her own dishwasher. 

All that's missing is the headset, $25 DLC, Mountain Dew and Doritos.

   I know it seems like I'm harping on Simoleons a bit this post, but living off one time payments from selling paintings hasn't done much. She better start writing comic books.

This didn't help the money situation, either.

     Whilst the in the through of money woe, the triplets take the time to age up into toddlerhood. 

      With no newborns around the house or developing in Gwen, she proceeds to call up Hugh Hoffman for a steamy shower session of WooHoo and alliteration. Thankfully, the baby jingle plays after the two finish, so she doesn't have to deal with this guy any longer.

     Meanwhile, the older kids and the tots are upstairs playing with any toys they can grab onto. Greg, with his love of petty schemes and family, kills two birds with one stone by stealing candy from Jake.

"I just don't want you to get cavities, bro."

"Calcium first! It helps your bones grow big and strong so you can knock out guys with a single punch."

      The next day, bills continued to assail the family with the help of the army of leftover mac and cheese and birthday cake slices residing in the fridge.

"How much calcium's actually in this stuff, Mom?"

      At least Supermom managed to conquer the rising flea resistance.

      Shortly after getting up from the table, Gwen's pregnancy bump finally appeared. The smell of aged dairy and novelty-shaped pasta noodles damn near kills her.

     It was probably just Greg's evilness overpowering her delicate senses, though. This is easily solved by a quick submarine adventure.

      Toddler training isn't as easily solved -- or is it?

   

      If you want some parenting-children bonding, then you'll need a little of Column A and a little of Column B. As a side note, Gwen was doing that one retching all freaking day, when she was in a perfectly clean room. It was weird.

      She was smart enough to avoid another house fire this time, and managed to spend some meaningful with with her sons. So at least she's getting a handle of multi-tasking.

"Mom, your food isn't that bad."

    Greg and Harry had some bonding of their own for once. Whenever they weren't doing homework, they were feeding the tots or sleeping. The boys wondered if this would happen regardless if Mom got married or not.

    That was the extent of their bonding, by the way. Greg retreated into the world of imagination while Harry was content to burn some strawberry pancake-fueled calories.

   Finally, finally, the house got some cash!

   Gwen was too busy to notice, though, as she had crappier things to attend to. At least the tots have some independence of their own.

    The boys even pitched in, too! Greg really enjoyed Harry's discomfort with this situation, though.

   Unlike the past two pregnancies, Gwen handled this one relatively well, all things considering: five young dependent kids. It's a miracle she got a few full nights of sleep.

    As soon as Ingrid was put into her crib, Gwen's water broke.

    She managed to waddle downstairs, only to pass out. Last night wasn't one of those peaceful, quiet nights . . .

Like Day and Night

     Finishing novels is a monumental event that may or may not gross monumental amounts of royalties. I actually don't have much to begin with this time around, except that Gwendolyn has officially just finished her first book and improved her Writing skill to boot. Like mother, like daughter.

      But like many authors, one does not simply rest after polishing off any work. They must brainstorm and begin tackling the next one head-on. Alonso's biography is the rare work doesn't require much that thought, thankfully.

     Whilst writing this casually-requested book, another rare event also occurs: a guy asks us on a date and we weren't already pregnant with his kid(s)!!

Take notes, Alonso. That dude been dying to have another date with Gwen!
Also, baby bump no. 1.

     Gwen swiftly accepts the offer, and thankfully Griffin isn't too far! In fact, he's near Riku's Luau Diner, and when I say "near [the diner]", I mean "near an empty field behind someone's house that happens to be down the road from Riku's."

I guess he likes Sora better.

    Meanwhile, Gwen gets a wish to watch a movie with her date. I oblige and the two hop into our mama's sea-foam-colored Vorn pickup truck, and after an awkwardly long drive (stupid game routing, stupid circular Sunlit Tides . . .) the two arrive outside of Captain Jack's Theater to see any random movie and -- woah, woah, woah.

      Lonnie, sweetheart, you're already cheating on your girlfriend! You have zero right to bitch out Gwen in public! Griffin doesn't give a crap, and thus any drama I was expecting gracefully fizzled out. After the movie, Gwen gets a wish to hug Griff. Of course!

Anything to butter up our future victims!

    The date ends then and there, and both Sims are very satisfied with the outing. Good moodlets all around! Even Fluffy gets a little smoochie for all the work she's done!

     From here on out, not much interesting happened; a text sent to Griff here, a few chapters of Alonso's biography finished there. Gwen's baby bump grew until the inevitable day she would break her water -- and broke it, she did! Right while painting her magnum opus!

   She waddled her little bubble butt over to her pickup and drove her in-labor self down to the Coconut Palms Medical Facility like the boss she is. 

    Meanwhile, a taxi drives up, which means that --

I'll have to write a chapter starring Jerry Springer Simmer.

    Gwen's going to have to sit tight and explain awkward stuff in an awkward manner . . . nah, she gives birth to . .  .

~ TWIN BOYS ~

     From here, a new routine has to be formed: cuddle crying baby, feed them, put them to sleep, wake them up for another cuddle, change dirty diaper, put them back to sleep -- and has to be done 2 times. Also, bills and boys.

   Unlike her mom, Gwen's a machine -- she had given birth just one day before and is ready to get pregnant again! Griffin was very impressed.

     He even helped change Harry for her! Odd, since Alonso is the boys' father.

     Anyways, business as usual. After listening and for the famous baby jingle -- and hearing it --  Griffin's service is now complete. 

     Promptly after kicking him out, a few hours pass before Gwen gets nauseous. Griff's swimmers are quick ones.

   Gwen's dear sister Heather asks to come over to see her new nephews in person . . . while Gwen was about to feed Harry. She continues babbling for God knows how along after Gwen told her she can come over, while said nephews are dying to get some milk.

The eye-roll sells it.

    Heather ended up not dropping by for whatever reason. Thanks for the warning, sis. The rest of the day passes without incident, but Gwen awakes the next morning to another baby bump.

     As well as beginning to do some more work on the rather lengthily-titled biography project. More skill is better that none, anyways.

     Meanwhile, Fluffy learned a very important lesson about both the food chain and digestive tract.

Not baby related, I know, but the bubble and the text together is priceless.

      Speaking of small creatures and their boduly functions, the twins continue their marathon of crying, eating and crapping until the one glorious notice pops up:

     Because Gwen's usually about four seconds away from passing out these days, I loaded her up on coffee and bought two entire birthday cakes. She had a craving to eat mac and cheese, so she went to cook it, got distracted by a phone call, and nearly burnt down half of the kitchen.

    Alonso and Rosalind were nice enough to drop by and proceed to be completely useless. 

  
      A local firefighter (a female one, so no flirting for Gwen) dropped by and managed to put out the fire before any true damaged or deaths could occur. Determined to not let this ruin their sons' birthday, Gwen and Alonso soldiered on despite the smell of burnt mac and cheese and wood filling the air.

     Rosalind stayed for a bit, cheerfully oblivious to the situation between her boyfriend and neighbor. I guess witnessing a house fire killed her appetite for birthday cake.

    Greg and Harry grew into pretty interesting looking toddlers. Alonso's not a half bad looking man, but I guess his genes didn't mesh 100% with Gwen's. Also, much like their mother and aunt, they aren't identical in the least bit.

Greg                                                  Harry

   Their auntie Heather was nice enough to drop by after a long grueling day of being a kitchen scullion at the local bistro. Fun fact: her call caused the kitchen fire. Too bad we can't sue Sims, but Gwen did guilt trip her into changing two dirty diapers.

      She was even kind enough to help Harry get a head start on his walking skill! Greg looks on rather evilly . . .

Soulmates?