Child labor. Lily is actually the only one who ever cleans in this house without being told to.
Sweet.
Potty training is exhausting.
Diddy is back!
Poor Lizzie. She rarely finishes a meal without passing out in it.
They got a new kitchen!
The baby is going to be here soon.
The next day, in fact.
It's a girl named Rory. Another brown-eyed, black-haired child. *sigh*
That's probably how I would react too.
Lizzie: Must... get... some... sleep.....
This lady walked by and immediately made friends with Lily.
Everyone loves her. She barely even chatted with Lizzie and somehow they're already best buddies.
CRAP.
NOOOOO, not the tv!
She's so mean. It's also interesting how everything fits into that sack. The mysteries of Sim World.
Clearly, Lizzie hasn't yet realized what just happened.
Yep. That's where it used to be.
Ryan called in sick the next day because there was just so much to do around the house. Lizzie was soooooooo tired and they couldn't afford a nanny.
NO! Crap! I completely forgot the bills.
Thankfully he only took one of the cupboards. I sold the remaining two.
(What a great place to grow up in, Elizabeth. A filthy bathroom.)
She's pleased.
I feel bad for the kids never getting a birthday party. But it's been so chaotic, I don't understand how anyone manages more than three babies and/or toddlers at the same time. it's INSANITY, let me tell you.
At least someone gives love to the poor bunnybear (usually it's being smashed on the floor by the girls).
A nice, relaxing day off. Not.
And here's how the kids' room looks at this point:
(Lily apparently hasn't done her homework because it's on the desk).
They also have a little patio now. I'm hoping to expand the house a bit more next time.