Rinse, Repeat

       Angeline starts the day off right by waking up with horrible contractions. However, since we cannot hire a babysitter, Angie's going to have to sit tight and give birth to the baby sans sterile environments and nurses.

At least Aaron is out like a candle.

     Ahhh, progression in a 100 baby challenge. Isn't it wonderful? Say hello to baby #2, Bradley Holland, who needs a crib and teddy bear, badly. Looks like we'll need to sell some stuff around the house . . .

The baby daddies have a nice bed to lay on.

Apologies for messing up the positions!

     To be perfectly honest, Aaron is growing older and wiser by the day. He'll need a room of his own -- which means his crib is where the love seat used to be.

"At least I don't have to see and hear WooHoo every 3 days!"

He's young. The metal scars'll heal quick.

   
     Angeline, however, isn't feeling too great today. Besides having a baby, I mean. I totally get where she's coming from; it'd be nice if she can go WooHoo in other men's houses instead of dragging them to her insanely small house.

   Them's the breaks, thought. Until Aaron becomes a teenager AHEM. Speaking of Aaron getting older and wiser . . .

     Meanwhile ---

                                                           .  .  .

"Dave, I'm so happy you realized the bed's always open!"

     Oh yeah, we're still broke.

Got it right this time.

     David arrives fairly quickly, wearing something moronic even by his standards:

"If you like it like that, I won't judge . . ."

      But then he quickly realizes his real motive for calling and visiting - to be fruitful and to multiply. Still can't believe it took Angeline this long to get that reputation, by the way.

                                                                .  .  .

Jingle! And then we finally kicked David out of our lives!!!

"Never liked you anyway!"