Peace and Simplicity: Baby 35

Please ignore the sudden outfit changes... I forgot to change her clothes before I started this post.

Jack was a little sweet heart. He never cried and never fussed. He was a perfect little angel that loved to kiss my cheeks.

I went downstairs and looked around my home and realized something; my kids were gone. Skye had built me a house so in the process of moving it had been a little hectic, but I didn't remember letting them all go out.

I scooted onto the floor and thought for a second. Then I remembered. I didn't let them go out. I aged them up. Yes, that's right! I got extremely drunk and made all my kids age up into young adults. Hm...

It took me a moment to realize what had happened. All of a sudden I started to freak out. "OHMYGOSH! MY KIDS ARE GONE!" I screamed. I called the babysitter as I ran out the door to Skye's house.

When I got there, I rang the doorbell frantically, at least thirty times. "Alright, alright," Skye said, irritated. She rubbed her eyes as she walked down the stairs. I had clearly just woken her up. 

She opened the door and admitted me. "What the crap is wrong with you? I was sleeping! It's 7:30 in the morning!" When I said nothing she rolled her eyes and sighed. "What do you want?" she demanded. 

I decided to explain it to her quickly. "IGOTSUPERDRUNKANDAGEDALLOFMYKIDSUPTOYOUNGADULTS!"
She took a step back, astounded. "Whoa," she stated simply and sighed. "That sucks, P, but you can't undo what has been done."
She understood that? I thought as she grabbed a piece of paper from underneath a stack of books.
"I think you need to see this," she said as she handed it to me. It was a newspaper clipping.

My mouth dropped open. "That... that means that... that," I stuttered.
"That?" Skye pried, probably sick of me in her home.
"That Quincy and Serin and little Shawny are all gone!"
"Little... little Shawny?" Skye asked, trying her hardest not to laugh.
"SHUT UP!" I yelled. "I can't believe none of them told me! I am their mother, did they think raising them is easy? That it's just a piece of cake? 'Cause it's NOT!"
She rolled her eyes as she sat me down in front of the computer.

 "I think you need to see this."
"I think you need to stop saying that!" I exclaimed, very irritable.
She pulled up my email. How in the crap does she know my email password?
"How many kids did you have living out of the house before Jackson?" she asked calmly.
I thought about it for a minute. "29 I think."
"And how many emails do you have?"
Welcome Paisley Parker! 29 unread messages!
"...29..."
"See? They did tell you!"
"WHO EMAILS THEIR MOTHER!? THEY SHOULD KNOW THAT I DON'T EVEN READ MY EMAIL!"
"PAISLEY! SHUT UP OR I'M GOING TO GO INSANE!"
"What is going on down there?" I heard a voice call. It must've been one of Skye's kids.
"Sorry hon, Paisley and I are just having a nice, meaningful conversation. Go back to whatever you were doing!" Skye called up the stairs. "So, even though it wasn't the best idea to email you, at least they told you," she said, coming back over to me.

I got up and walked over to the nearest open space and plopped down, propping myself on her wall. The thud must have gotten Skye's attention. "That sounded like it hurt," she said, walking over to me.
I sighed. "It did."
"P, don't do this to yourself. What's done is done and there's nothing you can do about it."
I didn't hear her. "I didn't even get to know Tate and Calista, barely Matthew and I never got the chance to see if Jackson changed."
"I know all these things, Pais. Tate and Calista are still best friends, they live in Riverview, Washington. Matthew is trying to become a musician and he lives in Bridgeport, New York. Jackson is still evil and 50 pounds overweight from stealing kids' candy all the time. He lives in Shang Simla, China."

I sighed and positioned myself in a comfier spot. "I feel like such a terrible mother. I shouldn't have been drunk in the first place. What kind of person am I? A horrible one," I said, blocking out whatever Skye was rambling on about.
"PAISLEY!" her scream cut me out of my trance.
"Huh? What?"
"You have to stop blaming yourself for this," she repeated. "This isn't your fault. You didn't know what you were doing. Now please, for the love, get out of my house and do something productive with your day."

"Are you going to do something productive with your day?" I asked, rolling over and closing my eyes.
"Of course!"
"What are you going to be doing?"
"Watching Sherlock Holmes 2, obviously."
"Haven't you seen that like fifty times?"
"Yes, but what will fifty-one do to me? Now leave," she said, ushering me out the front door.

"Hey! Wait!" I exclaimed as she slammed the door in my face. "Is this necessary?"
When she didn't reply I slugged my way down the streets, not sure what I was doing. After about ten minutes of wandering aimlessly, I overheard some people talking.
"Did you hear about this guy? He is light green and he's got bright pink hair! Isn't that insane? I bet Paisley Parker would go nuts over him as a father for her next baby!"
"Yes, but what color of eyes does he have?"
"Bright orange! And his name is Carlos Baba!"
I walked to the phone book on the pay phone and looked him up. This thing always seems to be updated. I got his address and headed to his house.

When I got there, I was surprised to see that those people talking were right on. He had bright pink hair, light green skin and bright orange eyes. He was perfect for this baby challenge!

After we finished I went home and took care of Jack before slipping into bed. "Night baby," I said as I gently set him in his crib. "Tomorrow is a big day. You get to become a toddler!"
I quietly closed the door and walked into my room, perfectly happy.
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The next morning I set out Jack's homemade cake and went upstairs to grab him. When I told him it was his birthday he clapped his hands and giggled. I couldn't help but smile. He was going to be a very fun little toddler, wasn't he?

Jack grew up to be a fun little boy! He still loved kissing my cheeks and he was always giggling and clapping! It was a strange feeling to have a child all to myself. I hadn't felt that since baby 1, Quincy.

I spent most of my day teaching Jack his skills and taking in our short time alone together. At that moment I didn't feel like a challenge mom, just raising my kids until they're old enough to take care of themselves. I felt like I was actually his mother and we were a normal family. It was a good feeling and I didn't want it to end. But I knew it had to, so to feel better I kept telling myself that someday after the challenge I would be able to settle down and raise my kids like a normal person. Until then I guess I'll just have to take in moments like these, right?

I was extremely happy all day long. I couldn't stop smiling and laughing. Everything that happened to me recently, like breaking Jack's heart and Cassie getting married without telling me, just seemed like they never happened.
I was actually kind of grateful that all my kids moved. It gave me a chance to start over and realize that my kids won't be around forever.

When bedtime came around I read Jack to sleep happily, excited for this next baby to come.

 In the morning I tickled him awake and fed him his baby food and milk. "Mommy loves you," I said happily as I let him out of his highchair. "You are the sweetest little boy in the whole, wide world!"

 While he played with his toy horse I went about my daily chores. "Horsey wuvs to bweak dance!" I heard him exclaim as I cleaned up his room. "Bum bum bum bum!"
It was so funny to hear him make music for the horse to dance to.

 As the last night of my pregnancy came, I slipped Jack into his crib and kissed his forehead. "No mommy! Don't go!" he said sleepily.
"It's okay, honey, I'll be back in the morning and we can play together all day long," I promised as I closed the door to his room.

The next morning I made waffles. I forgot how much easier and simpler life was without a bunch of kids running around the house. In fact, it was so quiet I could hear the birds chirping. The baby kicked as I poured the milk and I got to wondering: Do I really want to continue this challenge? After this baby is born my life is going to get very hectic.
What should I do?

 As I was feeding Jack I went into labor.

 To get some fresh air and sunlight, I stepped onto the back porch and watched the ocean.

And soon baby 35, Skye Parker came out!

Just to clarify, I am not actually planning on stopping this challenge. It's just Paisley's thought. I hope you enjoyed this post! 

Things are Going Smoothly: Baby 34, Part 2

Married? She's married? That's all that could go through my head. I didn't know whether to scream and rip her head off or hug her and congratulate her. I didn't even know she was dating someone, let alone married. I was so confused and it showed.

"Paisley? Are you alright?" she asked, pulling out of the hug that lasted longer than I had hoped.

"Hm?" I asked, still thinking. "Oh. Um... yeah." I stood still, afraid to move.

Cassie just stared at me. Her happy face slowly turning worried. "Pais, it doesn't seem like you're okay."

I was scared to do anything for fear that I might beat her. Suddenly, I couldn't control myself. "MARRIED!?" I screamed. "What do you mean you're MARRIED?"

She took a step back, scared. She tried to talk but no words would come out. "I- I'm sorry, but I thought you'd be happy about this," she stuttered.

"Well you thought wrong!" I yelled. "How could you marry someone without even telling me? I tell you the second I get a crush on someone and I have to hear about a man in your life after you marry him! How is that fair?"

"Paisley, wait!" she called as I ran out the door. "Come back!"

I got in my car and sped off, crying. It may seem ridiculous, but it really isn't fair. We used to talk about how someday I could be her maid of honor and how I could help her pick out her dress, but that's not going to happen.

My phone started to ring. I ignored it, assuming it was Cassie. By the time I finally got home my phone was ringing off the hook. "Dang it! Will people just leave me alone?" I exclaimed as I turned off my cell phone. I ran upstairs and slipped into bed, not wanting anything else to do with the world.

When I woke up I sat in bed for a good hour, thinking about what Cassie did. Did I have any right to be mad at her? Of course I did.

"Mom!" I heard from downstairs. "Skye is calling! She says she's not going to stop bugging us until you answer the phone!"

I walked downstairs to see Matthew holding the house phone. I grabbed it and put it to my ear. "Hello?" I asked.

"PAISLEY!" she exclaimed.

"Yes?" I asked, in no mood to be fun.

"Cassie called me and told me what happened! You have every right to be mad, but you're scaring her!"

I started to cry. I tried to talk but I couldn't push past my tears.

I heard Skye sigh. "I'm coming over," she said and hung up.

About ten minutes later the doorbell rang. I pulled myself off the couch and opened the door. "You're scaring everyone," Skye said as she let herself in. "Cassie blabbed to your entire family, even Jack and he wants to see you. He loves you and--"

"I'm breaking up with him," I interrupted.

Her eyes went wide. "I know I don't like him Paisley, but there's no need to break up with him."

I rolled my eyes. "Now's no time to be cracking jokes, Skye."

She took a step back and eyed me. "Hm..." she said, rubbing an invisible beard. "Why are you breaking up with him, then?"

"Because after I kissed him on New Years it just didn't feel right. There's someone else out there for both of us."

"Paisley," she began.

"No. I don't need to hear it."

"Did he do something to you? Did he hurt you?"

I chuckled. "No. It just didn't feel right. He needs to go and that's it."

She stood up straight, knowing she wasn't going to get anywhere with me. "Well... I have someone I'd like to introduce you to sometime, then. He's a very nice person and I'm sure you two would hit it off."

I smiled slightly. "Thanks Skye, I'd love to meet him but let me get everything straightened out first. Who is it?"

"Well, his name is--" she began but her phone rang. "Sorry, gotta go, talk to you later!" she exclaimed as she ran out the door.

I pondered who it could possibly be that Skye wanted to introduce me to. Oh well, I suppose I'll find out soon enough.

The rest of my day was spent taking care of whiny toddlers and scolding Jackson for stealing candy. He had gained five pounds since the twins were born and it was really starting to worry me.  When I finally got some time to myself it was spent in the hot tub.

After about two hours in the hot tub I heard grass crunching and weeping. I didn't open my eyes, for I thought it was a neighbor. Then again, all of my neighbors are my kids...

"Paisley," my sister's voice broke me out of my trance. "We need to talk. I have been calling you all day and you deserve an explanation."

I sat still, knowing I couldn't get myself out of this one.

"His name is Macy Maroni and he's standing right here."

I opened my eyes and looked at the red headed man watching me, hiding himself behind his wife.

"So..." I started, taking it all in. "Your name is Cassie Maroni?"

"No," she said, taking in a sigh of relief, probably from realizing I wasn't going to kill her. "I'm Cassie Parker-Maroni."

She looked at me and smiled. Her smile always made my heart melt. She apologized and I forgave her, wanting this whole thing to be over with. Macy was quite nice and I could tell he really loved Cassie. I let them be, knowing that I'd get to know Macy with time.

The next morning my phone rang. The picture of Jack and I came up and my heart broke. I knew I had to break up with him. I answered the phone and told him to meet me at the park in ten minutes.

When I got there I waited for about five minutes until he finally arrived. When he spotted me he smiled warmly, making it even harder for me. This definitely wasn't going to be easy.

"Hey babe," he said, grabbing my hands in his. "I've missed you. I feel like you've been avoiding me."

I cringed. I had been avoiding him.

We had been dating for almost a month and our relationship was already coming to an end.

I decided to get it over with. I pulled my hands out of his and took a deep breath. "We need to break up," I blurted out. "You are a very nice person but you aren't the person I want to spend the rest of my life with. And I'm sure there's someone better for you out there, but you're never going to find her unless you get the chance to. Skye is going to introduce me to someone who she thinks I'll really hit it off with and I'm looking forward to it. I'm sorry Jack, but this just isn't working."

I turned around and left before he could say anything. Harsh? Possibly, but I wanted my life to go back to the way it was. Before James, before Anna-Leigh changed completely. I liked it most when I woke up in the morning with different colored hair than I went to sleep with, or when I woke up with tattoos that I would never get rid of.

What happened? Post-tumor life sucks sometimes. I didn't like that everything was changing and I couldn't stop it.

Cassie was married, Chase was growing up, my kids were coming and going, and I had two failed relationships in a few short months. The strangest part of the whole thing is Anna-Leigh maturing and having a kid.

Why am I sad about changing? The person I was before this challenge was... sad.

You may think I'm a big baby for complaining about this. Well, I am. I've just never been one for change.

My cell phone started ringing. "Hello?" I answered, content with my most recent decisions.

"Hello, is this Miss Paisley Parker?" the voice on the other end asked.

Dang. I forgot to look at the caller ID. "Yes it is."

"Your tests came back. You have nothing serious wrong with you. Just the stomach flu."

I took a deep breath in. "Well I've certainly had the stomach flu for a while now, then."

"Yes, well I'm not sure what it was before now, but after this has passed you should feel as good as new."

"Thanks," I said and hung up. Right then I was feeling so happy.

I put my phone is my pocket and decided that my content-ness was something to be celebrated, even though I was sick. So, I called up Skye, Hadley and Calista and I headed out to the Grind. That is if they actually show up this time! I still haven't forgotten about New Years, challenge moms!

When I arrived at the Grind it was instinct to order a drink, but I quickly realized that I was pregnant. So, I ordered three drinks for my friends and waited happily for them.

When they finally showed up I was happy to hug Calista but Hadley was already drinking. I looked over at Skye and she smirked. "You don't deserve my epic-ness," she stated and grabbed the drink from the tray.

I rolled my eyes and grabbed Skye's hand. We ran over to the dance floor and, well, what else do you do on the dance floor?

Calista and Hadley danced together the whole time while Skye and I spent the time with each other. 

When the night was finally over I went home and slipped into bed, exhausted. 

In the middle of the night I woke up to sharp labor pains.
Welcome to the world, baby 34, Jack Parker! 

Hey everyone! I guess I lied; I am NOT going to be writing the post first! It is WAY too hard! But I AM going to be changing the way I write. I'll actually take my time when I write these posts. Also, I got Pose Player. I don't know how long I'm going to keep it because my game is all of the sudden glitching, but let's hope it's not Pose Player making it glitch! I hope you all liked this post even though it wasn't the best. The next post SHOULD be a lot better and there will be a nice surprise! 

Things are Going Smoothly: Baby 34, Part 1

 I bought these new swings for the babies and toddlers. Tate didn't like them very much, though.

 Calista, however, was a beaming little ball of sunshine. She loved the swings, although she threw up a lot after using them for too long. (notice I used the bluish swing just for you Calista Smith!)

 She was always throwing her hands up in the air and laughing. It was so cute!

 Matthew on the other hand loved to sleep in them. He refused to sleep in his crib. Only in these swings would he ever even think about falling asleep.

 I went over to turn the swinging mode on when

 Tate started crying up a storm.

 I went over to him and tried to make him feel better. "It's okay, Tate!" I exclaimed. "Ooooh! The swing is fun! THE SWING IS FUN!"

 I didn't do a very good job at making him feel better, as you can probably guess.

 I finally got sick of his dang crying so I picked him up. "Fine!" I yelled. "You don't like the swing!? You don't need to use the swing! You can be in my boring arms, doing nothing but sitting there BORED!" Okay, so, maybe I got a little carried away, but you would too if you bought something for someone assuming they're going to love it and they HATE it!

 When I sat down to watch TV, he immediately calmed down.

 When I stood back up again, though, he cried his little butt off.

 He finally fell asleep so I stuck him back in the swing so I could have some mommy time.

 I walked over to my new massage chair that I bought and turned it onto "deluxe foot massage."

 It was great! It was so much fun and it was extremely relaxing! I almost peed my pants multiple times! Not that you wanted to know that...

 "Tttttthis iiiiiiis ggggggreat!" I managed to get out as the chair shook me.

 Both Tate and I fell asleep in the chairs that rocks and massages you.

 Birthdays came quickly as they always do! Mason grew up to be a real looker, although a bald looker! He grew out of that phase where he always had to wear the tux, which means no more money on dry cleaning!

 Derek grew up the same as Mason; extremely hot. If these two didn't have girlfriends, man, girls from all over town would be constantly asking them out!

 Jackson... is evil. He's constantly stealing candy from the twins and gets delight from other people's pain. Don't you think it's a little strange that he's a Christmas baby but he's pure evil?

 Matthew is great! He and his father have a great relationship and he wants to grow up to be as good at the drums as Jack! He usually shuts himself in the basement and cranks the music up so loud you can't even hear yourself think. I allow him to do it, but only from 12:00 in the afternoon to 7:00 at night and then he has to be done which makes him really mad...

Calista is ADORABLE! I love this red girl to death! Her hair has to be tied up in cute little buns 24/7 or she throws a fit! (again, notice the blue, Calista Smith, I did it just for you) She LOVES the swings and LOVES her twin to death!

 Tate is such a sweetie, but he still doesn't enjoy the swings all that much...

 I saw Jackson being such a sweetie to Calista, it made me so happy! "Good Job, Jackson!" I praised from the computer.
"Yep, thanks mom!" he said back happily.

 But a few seconds later, I heard crying. When I looked back, I saw him holding the lollipop I gave Calista earlier in the day for pottying like I wanted her too.

 I made Jackson teach Tate his skills as a punishment.

 Tate wasn't so sure about this mean boy because he had seen what had happened with Calista.

 While he did that, I taught Calista her skills, too.

 Just look at that cute face! You know you can't resist it!

 When I came downstairs I saw Matthew dancing to his crazy loud music. I backed away so I could give him so privacy. He enjoyed dancing but only when he was alone.

 To occupy my time since the basement was "off limits" I potty trained Calista the rest of the way.

 After which she wanted the swing. "Mama! Mama! I want swing! I want swing! SWING!"
"Okay Calista, I'll put you in the swing," I said, plopping her red butt in it.

 "Tanks mama," she said in her shy baby voice. "Turn on music?" she asked timidly.
"Of course baby," I said, rubbing her cheek happily.

 As I turned it on, I realized that I need some more relaxation time.

 To the chair it was!

 Calista eventually fell asleep in the swing. She kept mumbling things like, "No teddy bear! Not the ice cream! I wanted to EAT that!"

 I eventually fell asleep, too, mumbling things like, "No crazy, rabid dinosaur! Not the massage chair! I wanted to USE that!"

 When Tate started crying, I decided to try out the swing again. I quickly turned it on so he wouldn't have time to get me to change my mind.

 As I knew (more like hoped) he would, Tate fell asleep in the chair next to his sister.

 So that I could use the chair as much as I wanted without interruption (or at least technical interruptions) I upgraded the massage chair.

 Since I had a challenge father to meet in the afternoon the next day, I quickly made dinner and hopped into bed.

 In the morning, Anna-Leigh invited me out to the cafe' way up in the hills. Doesn't she look smokin'?

As I ate, I realized that I needed to get to that dang challenge father's house before he changed his mind. So, after eating, I left Anna to herself and headed out!

The next father's name was Maui Moe. He's... okay looking... right?

 I got to work on my next painting after trying with the next father. I think it's pretty good so far. It's a bird's eye view of Sunset Valley!

 When I came upstairs, I realized that the babysitter I had hired when I went to meet Maui had completely messed up my house. So, I got to work on cleaning up their mess.

 Suddenly I felt very sick. Every time I got pregnant the sickness would get worse. This time around I felt like someone had stabbed me a billion times with a really sharp stick and then poured lemon juice all over my open wound. Okay, so, maybe it doesn't feel like that, but you get the idea...

 Like, this one was bad.

 My head was almost in the toilet because, well, you get the idea, again...

I decided I need to go to the hospital. This wasn't a sickness from pregnancy. This was something bad. Really, really bad.

When I got there my dad look at me and smiled. I knew that smile was fake because he knew something was wrong with me.

After I got many tests done, I noticed I had a voice mail from Cassie.
Paisley! I need to talk to you! It's important! Get over to my house the second you get this! 
She sounded so distressed. I had never heard her sound so freaked out.

I listened to it over and over again, trying to figure out what could possibly be wrong.

When I got there I rang the doorbell, expecting the worst.

She grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. I could tell she was almost crying.

I was so worried. Was mom dead? Was Chase okay? What was going on?

I pulled out from the hug and whispered in her ear. "Cassie, what's wrong? Are you okay? Is someone hurt?" I asked, about to cry.

"Actually, Paisley... I got married." 

Okay, so I know this blog's writing kind of sucks, so to make it better I've decided I'm going to change the way I write the posts. From now on hopefully the writing will be okay. I've noticed I'm better at writing if I write the post first and then take the pictures. It's definitely harder, but it comes out better.