Triple Threat

    For the first time since Aaron was born, Angeline immediately high tails it to the hospital for a truly safe and comfortable birth -- and considering magical forces were behind this pregnancy, Angie's going to need all that and more.

   But hey! At least we finally have two girls!

It's like a horror movie.

Top to bottom: Fiona, Emma, and Danny.

    I'm guessing Fiona's the rebellious one so far! Anyway, Aaron and Brad immediately dropped by to celebrate their new siblings, and Brad had a particular reaction:

A model and a doctor? The family overachiever right here.

   Aaron has one too -- some more brotherly bonding!

   

    After Angeline put the triplets in their cribs -- only delaying the inevitable insanity -- she was blessed with two more events:

   

Crow's feet and a crappy check!

     
    I was also blessed with the world's biggest oxymoron: boring insanity. No joke, an hour after getting that check, a choir of crying, hungry babies with dirty diapers filled my earphones and they took FOREVER to take care of. And after this, literally nothing happened but school, writing books and more crying. 

   Because I love you guys, I'll cut straight to the triplets' birthday.

"You're going to have tons of life experience with kids, Fi."

Danny and Emma are very patriotic Sims.

Sadly, I can't get them started one their skills, since our only helpers are gone:

Family Bonding

     With another baby on the way, Angeline takes the time to tell her older sons the good news over a nice cup of tea:

      They couldn't give less of a crap; by this point in time, they're desensitized to their mother's array of men and army of children. (Whether or not this is a good thing is beyond me.) Speaking of the youngest solider:

   Meanwhile, Aaron discusses his pyromania fetish with Brad. 

"I love that fireplace soooo much. The flickering flames are awesome!"

    Unlike Aaron and Brad, Angie didn't get a head start on teaching Chris his toddler skills; the poor boy was dead tired after staying up all night, because his Mother of the Year insisted on putting him to sleep early.

    She did get ahead on Future Spy, though:

"Meanwhile, the time traveler's husband went back in time by going 88 miles per hour . . . "

     And she nearly finished it before she sprinted to the bathroom, vomited her brains out, and changed into her maternity clothes.

Angeline's feelings on this challenge.

     In true Sim fashion, Chris woke up with a smelly diaper, and Angie puts him the wrong crib -- one I totally left alone in the boys' room.

"Always keeping you on your toes, kid."

     Actually, knowing my crappy building skills, the nursery next to Angie's room can't hold more than one crib. So, helloooo, new nursery!

One crib for a boy, one for girl, and one gender neutral -- assuming I get a girl at this rate.

. . . I meant the plant nursery is new:

They only need to be fed once a day.

    Sadly, yet another snow day has occurred, blocking Aaron and Brad from getting on the honor roll and growing up. Why can't we homeschool these kids?

On the other hand, bonding.

   Angie at least takes the time to teach Chris how to speak:

    As a way to celebrate her new hit novel, Angie started on her new sports autobiography:

Many men took a swing in her batter's box, after all.

   And the boys gorge on pumpkin pie for lunch, ignored by Mom once again.

   The next day, thankfully a school day, goes by in a blur of TV watching, book writing and general skill building. Because I love you guys I'll only show the highlights:

   Shortly after putting Chris to bed (peeing is very tiring for Sim tots), Angeline decided to cook up a quick pot of stu surprise, and almost started a house fire by going into labor:

She kind enough to stop screaming to put the leftover away, though.

   Aaron and Brad immediately run into the kitchen to start screaming . . . but stop and being cheering, since Aaron decided to age up right the hell now.

  Personally, I welcome it. Who wants to give birth to triplets in the middle of a dirty kitchen? Off to the hospital we go . . . 

Brad's Birthday

     Oh, Sim children. They grow up so fast, don't they? It seems like just yesterday that Brad was just learning how to walk, talk and go potty . . . and before that, he was helpless and in diapers. But this is no time to be introspective -- it's time to partaay!!

     Cedrick was kind enough to bring hamburgers over to accompany the cake and salad. What a considerate guy!

We'll just ignore the lack of a cover.

     No one just can't have a true party without some scouting and flirting, right? Angeline's on the men already! Baby #4 can't hold out for much longer . . . and John Doe seems to get that message loud and clear.

      John even took the time to help Cedrick fend off Lucien from making moves on our heroine! Buuut it's starting to get a little too intense for her, so let's blow out the candles for Bradley before fists start flying.

I love how blissfully unaware Sarah is of the situation.

    Unfortunately, John and Lucien starting arguing, but fortunately, they didn't bring it to the dining room. I actually love this shot!

     Aaand here's Brad all grown up! I actually really like his new everyday clothes, so I'm not going to change them (only his shoes). The random clothes were smart for once! Look at him go:

DAT STRUT THO

     I have no real reason for posting this; I just like it:

"How the earl grey, Mr. Manson?"

    Anyway, there's not much to say: people danced, drank tea, ate cake and watched TV. The party was a modest success; I agree, the only way to make it awesome is to invite a guy to stay over --

    Well, then. Aaron and Brad are too sucked in by the TV to notice their mom sucking face, so they stayed the majority of the night downstairs.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of my awesomeness."

     Before we can use Cedrick, though, our final wish is used:

   WooHooing happened shortly afterward.

"I won't judge if you like it with a top hat on."

    Cedrick used his post-WooHoo energy rush on the snowman, too. 

    After his hormonal rage ended, he swiftly headed home. The next day was not anything particularly special; the same old boring Snowflake Day notification popped up, as did --

    FINALLY.

The Dollhouse

    Let's face it, there are now four Sims - a single mom and her three kids - living in a human-sized Victorian dollhouse that's really meant for two, at best. We need some money, pronto. 

    Thankfully, Angeline has saved up a large amount of Lifetime Happiness points! With approximately 30,000 points a saved up, she bought the ever-famous Dusty Old Lamp.

"Ten thousand years can give you such a crick in the neck!!"

     Not even 5 seconds after the genie had popped out of the now not dusty lamp, Angeline made a very humble request:

    With a truckload of Simoleons in our funds, Angeline did the smart thing  and bought another Victorian dollhouse across town, built by yours truly. I hate to inflate my own ego, but as someone who doesn't pride themselves as a master builder a la Curtis Paradis or SIM Realty, I think I did an okay job.

     Look at how happy the Hollands are! Except for Aaron:

Having first world problems? He truly is growing up!

    To be fair, I wouldn't be happy either if I had to eat leftover pancakes and go to school in knee deep snow.

"It gets a little lonely / All these empty rooms . . . "

     On a brighter note, Bradley finally learned his final toddler skill! He can finally grow up!

    As a congrats gift, I finally bought Angeline a MultiTab. That way she can learn twice as much in half the time!

The best $750 she's ever spent. Too bad half the skills won't be worth anything.

   She decided to celebrate by listening to gardening tabcasts whilst baking a nice pumpkin pie, wondering what kind of animal crap she'll need for her dream crops. 

    Aaron is so not the mood for waiting, though. 

Getting those teenage mood swings already.

   Thankfully, Angie has more patented mom advice to give her little big boy -- he reacted badly to that.

"Don't sext people on the MySpace, dear."

   Anyway, he'll get over it. Our bestselling author needs some energy and fun before she can continue her Future Spy epic. 

She also blew her second genie wish on something that'll last two days. Blargh.

     She's been writing this book for a while, actually. How old is she?

     Well, Angie, it's time for a long need makeover. Just because you're a mom doesn't mean  you can't be fashionable. Now get back to work!

    We've got Brad's birthday party to plan, though. I wonder when it should --

That works.

     Also, Angie makes Aaron go out in the freezing cold to get some new seeds from the grocery store. A++ parenting right there.

   If you're curious, here's how much all the buy and build stuff cost for the new house: