To recap, the challenge this time around is to keep having babies until you get one with the same hair and eye genetics as the mother. We’re looking for aqua hair and salmon orange eyes.
The first-born son Cobra failed out.
Denise and Butters tried again, and this time had triplets. OH SO MUCH CRYING.
P.S. goth teen gnome!
The challenge forbids you from aging up a Sim early. I had to wait three torturous Sim-days to find out how the triplets would grow up.
I’ll confess, I just turned down my computer speakers, kicked back and worked on my knitting while I waited. I have learned that when it comes to babies, for the most part the adult Sims will take care of everything better on their own. One of the only examples of good pathing in the game.
So! Finally, the day came! Let’s see what we’ve got!
First to age up was Cinnamon.
Okay, not great. But we still have two more. Next up was Cal.
Well… there’s still one more… come on, Clyde Frog!
Oh well, I guess you two had better get busy.
They look so resigned, don’t they? Like, “Do you really want to do this?” DO IT.
P.P.S. More teen gnome!
Soon, Denise popped a baby bump and told Butters the news.
I can’t tell if he looks excited or terrified. How appropriate.
Two more Sim-days of screaming babies, and it was time for more. Hooray.
OH GOD TWINS.
Welcome baby girl Crow and baby boy Clarence.
Meanwhile, little Cobra grew into a child. No one noticed. I spent a lot of time sending him off to parks and such, so that I could leave the house, too.
Which is how Cobra came to have his first experience with death. Bummer.
I’m surprised he looks so sad to be on the school bus for his first day of school. I would be stoked if I was able to spend the whole day in a room that was NOT full of screaming babies.
A few more Sim-days, and it was time for the new two babies to grow up. Fingers crossed, let’s roll the dice and see what we get!
First up, Crow.
Okay… that’s pretty cool hair. Don’t know where it came from, but I like it. Too bad it’s not what we need.
Come on, Clarence, don’t fail me!
There won’t be any babies for a while, because the house’s eight slots are full. At this point, I have to wait for Cobra to go through the teen years and age to Young Adult before he can move out. So we’re stuck with them.
I know how you feel, dude.
The only way it’s been possible to raise six kids is by hiring a babysitter. Except that some of them are more useful than others. This one just wandered around complaining about the noise, and never actually helped out. STUPID.
I like to think all these screaming babies and dirty diapers hastened Butters’ old age.
He looks underwhelmed.
Things improved once the triplets grew into children. At least they could fulfill each other’s Social needs, instead of just lying there crying about it.
Speaking of dinner, Denise has been busy stocking up the fridge.
Welcome to motherhood! Keep stirring!