Ice Cold

     Angeline and the boys decided to celebrate the beginning of wintertime with a nice, wholesome day of bonding out at the local library.

"Boys, imagine telling your grandkids that libraries were real."

      By wholesome, I mean "flirting with pseudo-Norman Bates". 

"You're a 100 Babies founder? Are you psycho?"

       Since Aaron is a couch potato like Angie, he headed to the nearest computer to get his game on, while Brad hung out around the communal toy box. 

The racers weren't tactile and emotional.

     Just before Angie set down to type her next flop epic, Baby #3 ( . . . and #4 . . . and #5?) finally showed up -- looks like our mom wants a princess of her own, but watermelons are out of the question. The baby bump's appearance even sparked some creative juices!

"A woman from the distant future travels back in time to find out what the hell caused rampant overpopulation."

      Sadly, it seems like the lack of bonding got to Aaron -- he left the library without saying a single word to his mom or brother, and immediately headed home to get some sleep.

"I hope she stays the entire night, or this'll get real awkward real quick."

 
      However, this seems to bother Angeline quite a bit, too:

"Oh, dear God, the onset of crows' feet!"

     Just joking! But . . .  having only at least three ( . . . maybe?) kids in her young adult stage is a tad worrying -- the lack of funds means Fertility Treatment is a no-go for now. Meanwhile, Aaron expresses his inner pyromaniac. 

     It's time for some real family bonding!

Obligatory Frozen reference.

    Thankfully, that heartwarming moment ended soon enough -- it's time to make some cold hard Simoleons. Angeline tends to the Hollands' only cash crop and sold 3 tomatoes:

     Shortly afterwards, she asked Aaron to go to the only non-frozen lake in town and fish his little butt off -- and to sell it all right away.

His reaction. I don't know what the Mona Lisa has to do with it. 

    Away her son goes, just as Angeline's book royalties come in the mail. He's young and broke, he'll get over it.

     Like any mother, Angeline begins to teach Bradley how to speak -- subconscious guilt about not teaching Aaron herself manifesting? (PS - she felt more guilty about not teaching Brad how to talk before putting him  in his crib for the night.)

"A boy's best friend is his mother, right?"

     The good news? Aaron will be going off to his first day of school in the morning, and this'll be the best opportunity to make a happy memory! She even gets up at 6 AM to make pancakes, and gives him advice.

The grime and rust adds to the flavor.

"Drink your school, stay in drugs, and don't do milk, sweetie."

    I'll be perfectly honest -- the day was boring. Outside of selling Aaron's two anchovies and four tomatoes . . .

 . . . Aaron catching his first case of the cooties . . . 

. . . Bradley wearing how to walk . . .

 . . .  and Angeline going into labor, nothing happened. Oh . . . wait.

This is starting to be an average day at the Holland house.

Creative Freedom

      Angeline has been growing very lonely, as she's been trapped in the house for nearly two weeks straight. Aaron and Brad haven't been too troublesome, but even then, we cannot hire a babysitter per the rules. So, today, I'll give her a little surprise:

Ruining the quiet atmosphere for everyone else.

      I wanted to mix it up when it comes to Angeline's lifetime wish and traits -- "Yet another Neat, Good, mother Sim that wants at least five babies? Really?" Nope! She wants to be a moneymaking author above all else. 

That way, she makes money whilst technically having a job. Win-win!

      Naturally, Angeline took the "loosely based on a true story path for her first book, and slowly, but surely, raising her writing skill.

For an entire $9 per couple of chapters. COUPLE OF THEM.

     Meanwhile, Aaron finally learned all of his toddler skills! A shame that it was with the playpen and not with his Mother Dearest, but we can't afford to be picky with yet another bill coming to haunt me. We need all those $9 payments more than ever.

Do I really need arrows for this?

    Oh yeah, and David's baby dropped by to say hello. 

   However, Angeline has 50% left on her novel -- so everybody had better sit tight.

                                                         

      A little over two days of nonstop typing only gets a Sim $40. (Stupid dormant plants.) Luckily, the playpen and swing raised the boys' need bars, so they deserve a reward for their patience . . . like a double birthday!

 D O U B L E   B I R T H D A Y   A L L   T H E   W A Y ! 

    

      Aaron gets a new trait, Brad gets a life state, and both get a makeover:

    Actually, Aaron gets another gift that's actually reasonable for this house:

At least the tomatoes will help us through the wintertime.

   And Brad gave me the gift of laughter. 

"Oh God, what have I gotten into?"

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!"