Sul Sul, Infantgeddon

     Hey, folks, it's been a while.

       A very eventful while. Within the space of about four months, recent health and stress issues that have been interfering with schoolwork and attending classes lead to a college hiatus, my Mac crashed shortly after that (RIP 2010-2017), and some guy almost got away with stealing my identity just to buy some ~$700 TV. Health, money and tech issues all wrapped up with a nice, big bow made of razor-wire. 😅

     Naturally, video gaming has been my go-to escape from a pretty hectic reality. My favorite one, of course has been Simming.

     The good news is that I regularly backed-up all of my save files in the event of computer failure.

     The bad news is that those backed-up save files? The Sims 3 didn't recognize them. At all. Reading and performing just about every resolution under the Sun to salvage those files ended up being a dead end.

    As such, it's with much reluctance and disappointment that I have to announce the discontinuation of Infantgeddon! (Yet Another 100 Baby Challenge).

     Yeah, only two generations in. Thankfully, it's not a number with raging over (as opposed to say, being 5 generations and 95 babies in) but it's still a big letdown. I may not have been able to update frequently or consistently, but this challenge was a blast to play and write about, school bus glitches warts and all.

    However, don't read this post as if it's a resignation from running a Sims blog! I will be playing through other Sims challenges and writing about them --  keep an eye out for it.

    Thank you all so much for reading, and see you guys soon!

   

      

In Da Club

GENERATION 2

GWEN'S CURRENT AMOUNT OF KIDS: 7

TOTAL AMOUNT OF KIDS BORN: 16

     See Gwen running off to do something with her life for once? That was her reaction to realizing that she doesn't need to prepare three family-sized plates of autumn salad, blueberry pancakes and goopy carbonara at 2 AM for a while. With five teens in the house now, that means five less mouths that are dependent on Mom - but it also provides five more ways to start a house fire.

     But at least Greg and Harry aren't the only ones who have to deal with babies and toddlers in the dead of night when Gwen's out cold from writing books, creating paintings or cooking up a storm.

     However, there's a certain toddler that won't need to be looked after anymore!

     At least Mikey can be the baby of the house for a little while longer now.

Shouldn't Logan be called a Divo?

    Okay, Logan's officially one of my new favorite Sims of all time, just behind his Uncle Brad and Aunt Heather. He wears his new trait well, what can I say?

    Although there is a beef I have to settle with The Sims 3's genetics . . . it really, really loves to give kids yellow-green hair when a blond(e) and brunet(te) parent are involved. 

     Dark chartreuse is probably not the best year-round color for hairdos. So I chose to dye Logan's hair to a jet-black shade. Normally, I wouldn't mess around with a 100BC baby's genetics, but since he isn't an eligible heir anyway, I figured "why not"?

    Logan's family celebrated his birthday by going on with their lives. (The house would have more birthday cake than your local bakery if I bought one every time a Sim aged up!)

  Meanwhile, Ingrid joined the school's Newspaper Club, presumably continuing the family tradition of the heiress being the authoress of several books.

She's in da club.

     She also hit it off well with Logan, which is very surprising, considering that they hardly interacted with each other as child and toddler (even with the little amount of interactions kids and tots have). Who knew that Divas and Social Butterflies go together like peanut butter and jelly?

"Sorry Logan, playing peek-a-boo got real old real quick."

     As the household slowly, but surely, got ready to turn in for the night, Logan was so excited to sleep in a real bed, only for Mikey to wake him up an hour in, screaming for a new diaper and a bottle.

"Mom, he's ruining my beauty sleep cycle!"

   Gwen couldn't hear any of this commotion, since she was too busy being punk'd pranked by Harry's little sink gag. 

     Also, as I was typing the above sentence?

"Well damn Jackie, I can't control the auto-spell!"

     This event did inspire her to continue writing her newest book. On an expensive laptop. While dripping wet. To be fair, Gwen was inspired, not enlightened. 

    She was smart enough to dry off when her kids came down, one by one, for breakfast time. Nobody wants to be served leftover pancakes that are drenched in anything but syrup. 

I didn't realize I gave Gwen and Ken matching PJs.

     Or pay bills.

  Or spend yet ANOTHER DAY AT HOME MY GOD THESE FREAKING KIDS WILL NEVER GRADUATE.

     Thankfully, Gwen managed to finish her book with the very little amount time she had before her kids come running back into the house.

What were the kids running to in the first place? THEIR SCHOOL BUS.

DON'T TEST ME, GAME.

     At least Harry finally got a Lifetime Wish.

     

     
   Which gave me an idea. I'm not letting the kids goof off again -- unless they gain at least one skill point in anything. At least their traits gave me an idea of what to train them in.

     Greg seemed to enjoy fulfilling Logan's frequent requests for compliments. I have no doubt that this blatant act of kindness is actually some subtle evil plan to mold Logan into the perfect comic-relief villainous sidekick.

     If that doesn't work, Mikey's insanity and athleticism might be more beneficial. Until then, he has some serious training to deal with regarding walking, talking and potty-training.

     Gwen didn't count "conditioning younger siblings to the ways of evil" as a skill to be trained, so she and Greg hopped into the pickup for this series' first, of probably many, driving lesson. He didn't complete it on the first day. 😞

   With Mom out of the house, the older siblings have some TV marathons to watch.

     Expect for Harry, who got the worst possible promotion at the Spa for a Sim that's Inappropriate.

"Offend all the customers!"

   The rest of the day passed without incident. Loud conversations at dinnertime, waiting lines for all of the bathrooms in the house, a slow march to bed, and a slowly-building chorus of snoring.

   Mikey's bladder waits for no one. Jacob got the honor of being the first one to help him with the potty -- after he had just washed his hands for breakfast..

  Because it's the first day of spring in Sunlit Tides. Which means no more snow days. WHICH MEANS KIDS ARE OUT OF THE HOUSE.

   Greg, as usual, tried to skip class and play games on his mom's laptop -- and busted it. She made him fix it before having to chase after the school bus.

     After that? Silence. For the first time in a while, it's just Mom and Baby at home, even if for a few hours. 

      One hour was used for breakfast in the high-chair and bath-time. Gwen dumped Mikey in the playpen shortly afterwards so she could chat with Daniel Pleasant on her repaired PC.

     Don't worry. Mikey has someone to talk with.

Full House(hold)

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.

    Thankfully, Jake didn't have to stray too far from home . . . until he had to find an emerald, that is.

   It's a miracle that he didn't get frostbite and Gwen finally got some royalties flowing in:

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.

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!

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.

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.

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:

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!

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.

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.

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 . . . 

  Will Gwen get a pink-tipped fauxhawk? When will she earn the money to get a new hot rod? How will her daughters' jeans fit on her? Tune in next time, same Sim time same Sim channel!