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 . . .