Hopes and Dreams

So I finally ended up moving them to Lunar Lakes to continue the challenge. This little kid validates everything forever.

I have never been so happy to see a child in my life.

Emil has the wish to become a rock star - well, he's going to get half his wish. He got Music for a career - I'm naturally pushing him down Symphonic instead. Two -very- nice lifts to start, and all I need to do is keep him happy, his guitar skill up, his logic skill up, and his bandmates happy. All within his remaining 26 days. 

I figured that he'd be fine to continue to work throughout Janie's pregnancies, but, well, it doesn't work like that, and so he has six days between him and going back to work. Note to self: no more babies until he's maxed his career.

We can do this. These extra days are just skill up days, then.

Despite getting paternity leave for it, Emil is quite content to continue working on his logic skill while his wife struggles with labor in the bathroom.

And then he ignores his wife as she goes upstairs, still in labor, to drop all three babies off in the cribs I have prepared.

The babies age into toddlers. On advice from Gary's blog, I'm not going to bother to train them to do - well, anything, but toddler skills. It's like an apocalyptic concentration camp nursery.

Pictured below: 

Jacob on the logic books,

Abigail on the painting books,

and Emily on the writing books.

Not pictured: All three children have dirty diapers and are okay with it.

Meanwhile both Emil and Janie have been abducted by aliens, barely a day apart. Fortunately, no sign of unexpected weight gain. I really, really want to lift symphonic.