Chapter 5: Room for More

With her oldest two out of the house, Roxanne decides it's time for more babies! With that, she sets out in search of her next bachelor...

"Do you like cars? I like cars. Almost as much as I like my kids and men."

Don Lothario proves himself to be the most available candidate, so he and Roxanne do the baby making thing at a later date, when Roxanne can invite him over.

Max finds it difficult to sleep without his older brother in the same room as him. It's only now he realizes how much he really missed Andrew and Alexa.

Roxanne loves it when the triplets come and watch TV with her. Even if they just babble about the colors and call every single guy "Dada," it still reminds her she's not alone.

Making babies equals...

Another round of this.

Time seems to fly by, and the triplets are now growing up.

The next few photos I like to call the Derp series.

Derp

Derp

Derp

I've never gotten shots of kids aging up like this, and it was too hilarious to just let it go.

Here's the triplets in their non-derped state.

Bianca

Beckham

Bertram

Only Bertram seems to inherited his father's natural...plumpness. Elsewhere in the neighborhood...

Roxanne decides to visit her oldest twins before she gets too far along that she doesn't dare leave the house until it's time for the baby.

"Hi, honey!"

"Mom! You're pregnant again?"

The kid in the red jacket could very well be Beckham and Bertram's other triplet. But the real triplet is out on the lawn with Max.

"Go baby! Let's win this thing! Oh, wait. I should go to the hospital!"

Like his older siblings before him, Bertram doesn't take Roxanne's impending labor well.

"This is gross, Mom!"

And for some weird reason...this kid shows up and hangs around for several sim hours. He's not a babysitter because Max is there...and I don't think he's Max's friend either...

Roxanne comes home with two little boys, Caleb and Carl.

Babies! 

That wraps up this chapter. I would have shown Carl and Caleb aged up, but I split it up because otherwise you'd have to look at over FORTY photos, and I know your attention span isn't that long.

Here's hoping I can stop being so lazy and get Roxanne's redo blog up and running. Anyways, I'll catch you all later!

Toy Series: Bath-World

Hello everyone! Sorry (once again) I've been a terrible blogger. The holidays is a great distraction for all things productive. But last night as I was getting ready for bed, I thought about all the things that have made me who I am today. All the little pieces and adventures I went on before I knew what writing was.

So we're going to delve into my psyche. You may think I'm a strange little nut (if you didn't already, then I don't know what you're doing here), but these are the true tales of my adventures, and, as best I can recall, all the reasons behind it.

Once upon a time, in a land you probably never heard of, lived a little girl with a nine year age gap between her and her other siblings. Her other siblings seemed large, fierce and scary being so tall and having loud voices and friends and all these things the little girl didn't understand. So the little girl made friends with her neighbors. But neighbors couldn't always come and play, leaving the little girl to make friends with the toys.

There is a reason I bawl like a little baby at the end of Toy Story 3; my toys are my friends, maybe even my family.

This is our story.

My bathtub was pretty awesome. It was the place I could slide down into the tub like a water slide, I could create colossal waves just by sloshing my body to and fro, I could lay on my side, and pump myself around the bottom when the water had all drained out. It also was the place I got my first bump that required stitches, and, when I was bored, would puff baby powder out the window in the hopes of sending a smoke signal to someone (never mind that it was dark and that no one reads smoke signals anymore, I thought I was the smartest kid for using baby powder as a substitute for smoke.)

Bath time was my favorite time of the day. It meant I had free reign of the super deep bathtub in my parent's bathroom. Even though I wasn't supposed to fill it past my belly button, I did it anyway. After all, how could I tell the stories of the deep without the deep? Honestly, it's basic logic people.

Bath-World didn't have a name. I didn't know to name the worlds I created; they just were there. Bath-World is a title I came up with since, well, I have to name it now. Bath-World was inhabited by a wide cast of characters. Belle, Beast, and Mrs. Potts of Beauty and the Beast were there, one of those crazy trolls that were popular in the eighties, cleverly named Trolly (and I never knew if Trolly was a boy or a girl. Part of me said girl, but I think Trolly filled in the guy's part), an old dress-up doll (I'm pretty sure this is the doll I named), Hairy-Kairy Karluda, who always spouted out lacy black mold when I first got in the tub (rinsing her out was a priority, I didn't want those black flecks messing up the water), an over-dressed Hawaiian Minnie Mouse, who sometimes acted as a plug for the drain (she fit in there perfectly), and Motorcylce Mikey, of Ninja turtles was there as well.

I don't remember all of the adventures Bath-World had. I do remember I was obsessed with getting Trolly's hair washed at least twenty times and styled into a little blue play-doh scoop. Sometimes it would work. Other times I couldn't get the hair to mold. Mrs. Potts always had water to give to someone; Belle would always take care of Beast.

There were rules to Bath-World, though. Mikey couldn't go underwater (despite the fact that he's a turtle and this should be no issue for him) unless he had his helmet on. Minnie would occasionally act as the plug while the others went in search of the real plug.

These characters would occupy at least an hour of time until the water had gone uncomfortably lukewarm. Then I'd drain out the tub, making the last few comments I needed to wrap up the story, before Bath-World reset for the next night. No one understood why I needed to take an hour in the tub when I could do all of my business in about ten-fifteen minutes. I just had to play. The bathtub never was just a bathtub. It was my own personal ocean for swimming, my own paradise with no fear of drowning. The warm water took me away from everyone and everything I knew. I was alone with no one to bother me.

Maybe this is why I still take hour long showers.