Growing Pains

      All that toddler skill building from the last chapter doesn't encapsulate even half the amount of time Angeline spent training the triplets, at the expense of hanging out with her older boys. (To be fair, they don't need to have their diapers changed.)

         But Chris did clog the toilet. After telling him to eat more fiber, Angie went to unclog the toilet, and did get something useful in return:

      With that crappy diversion out of the way, it's time to deal with more of it:

      Thankfully, Angie doesn't need to tend to anyone else's behind anymore! Still, more toddler training awaits . . . by taking the easy way out:

      Whilst Emma dealt with walking on her own (and the waiting game like Danny), Danny boy himself was learning how to deal with all those pesky nouns, verbs, and adjectives of the Simlish language:

"What does Mommy want to do to Miss Plumbobs?"

        Immediately afterwards, so did Fiona. Apologies for the creepy full moon lighting that Supernatural loves to haunt my pictures with:

    Finally, all the triplets are ready to age up! Not now, though, it's midnight and they have a strict sleeping cycle to stick to -- their mother is not an early bird.

All for $24. They couldn't pay her an extra dollar?

     Sadly, she didn't catch the worm, but she did rake in way more money after harvesting her dream crop berries:

      In celebration of her recent money flow, Angeline finally managed to make some blueberry pancakes.

The stove was nice enough to clean itself.

     She naturally dampened the celebration of discussing the wonders of children with her crotch-fruit-hating son:

"Would it have killed ya to change one diaper? You need the expertise!"

      His response?

Passive agressive behavior personified.

  Also, we lost all that hard-earned cash . . . 

. . . and we need the money for the triplets' gifts!

        I settled on redecorating the kids' rooms.

Guess which one was my favorite?

   Aaron's fish will hopefully get us some buck back:

Hopefully.

        I also bought the family a king domino set, and moved the tea set to the screened porch room beside the kitchen . . .

      .  .  .  and in the dining room, Danny and Emma had to do homework that was magically teleported into their inventories. 

"We have to push pencils, Fi has to push babies. We win, Danny."

A Threepeat

      Angeline needs to teach her triplets their future life skills, ASAP, for the sake of her sanity (and mine). But first off, an annoying bill.

I totally forgot to put the after amount, sorry!

After a quick glance at Angie's wishes, the first thing she wants the triplets to learn is how to walk. How is she going to do this with three kids in tow? By putting Emma by the activity table and putting Danny in the walker . . . 

That escalated quickly.

       While Fiona gets a nice bonding session with Mom, Danny was stuck pressing plastic buttons in a haze of boredom.

       I don't think he should be too jealous; as his sister decided to celebrate her milestone by dropping a deuce in her diaper.

       Angeline decided to celebrate this occasion by spending lifetime happiness points on her booming writing career . . . and Brad finally became a teenager.

                                               .  .  .

       He's at least very photogenic:

   Meanwhile, to celebrate his new trait, he decided to chase away Chris' school friend, Francisca:

      Emma decides to rebel against her brother and sister, though:

"What are Mommy's favorite things?"

    What's a better way to end the day with a cup of tea and a creepy gnome dropping by?

You break in my house, I sell break you.

        Throughout the night, Angeline writes more of First, Second and Third Base before the Love Day notification popped up:

    Since Angie has been growing stir crazy, I think this would be a nice break for her. It's been a while since she looked at her dating profiles, and . . .

Better than nothing.

   We took up Karl's offer first, and thankfully he accepted with no muss, no fuss. But first:

   Okaaaay, now we can go out on our date! We met up at the Bistro, all dolled up in a nice casual formal dress, and we ordered some dim sim. He ordered a hot dog in his workout gear. Then immediately ditched us.

Keep in mind the man is unemployed.

       Dejected, our heroine went home with a full roster of very unromantic wishes:

        Thankfully, she used her anger to motivate her daughters to be independent women and to ditch the diapers.

         I don't think Fi is too happy about it.

Semi Filler

      With three newly aged toddlers roaming around the house in a crying, drooling frenzy, it's a miracle that the three of them are sleeping peacefully in synchronization. It's a shame this is the intro to a filportant chapter.

And will wake up screaming in harmony, too.

     
     At least Aaron got us a quick $500 for dealing with something that was not his problem:

Just like in real life!

     With walking behind him, finally, Chris can age up!

    His first birthday gift is a bunk bed, which he'll have to share with his little bro Danny. His bunk is the gorgeous spice berry spiderwebs:

     

    Welcome to childhood, Chris!

LOOKIT DAT FACE

     

  Aaron's gift was to tell his little bro a story about his toddlerhood:

"You grew up two days away from childhood. That's way more than me and Brad had!"

 Brad's gift was to show off his natural modeling skills:

Angie's gift was to ignore Chris completely for her little hellions:

   Chris didn't even get a birthday cake -- he got peanut butter and jelly sandwiches!
    That he had to share with his brothers.

Using a knife was very stress relieving.

     The following family brunch was really awkward. Especially for Aaron.

"Exhausted. Aaron. Change diapers."

     He took it all pretty well though -- Danny is obsessed with playing at the activity table, and he even helped out with Emma's skills! 

"Mom will be crying tears of joy, Emm, not because of the smell."

   Chris, desperate for an actual gift, decided to so some brotherly bonding of his own.

One of my new favorite pictures.

   And for trudging through this chapter, here's my two gifts to you:
   

Truly a rare sight.

 

Aaand the intro to an interesting chapter.