After aging up my first babies (sorry, no pictures right now!), I called a sitter and rushed to find another father. I went to a house across town and met a household of roommates, who were all distantly related. I could tell. The one I met immediately was named Winter Adams. I decided he would be the father of baby number 3.

His roommates were Summer, Fall and Spring Adams, and I hoped they would be future fathers, due to their seasony genes. Seasony is a word now.

I walked up to Winter and wasted no time asking if he would participate, as I hated leaving my babies with a sitter. He eagerly nodded and I rushed through explaining the rules. Though it seemed like he was barely listening, we got to work.

 After we were... finished, I thanked him and got ready to leave. He seemed angry. "Where are you going?" he asked.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "What do you mean? I heard the lullaby... Thank you again."

"You mean that's all you wanted me for?" 

I stepped back in disbelief. What did he think I wanted him for? "Yes, I even told you that. I'm doing a 100 baby challenge, remember? I even told you there would be no commitment, weren't you listening to me?"

Winter seemed to ignore me. "I can't believe you, you... llama!" I scoffed and left, leaving him to cry over me.

While I was gone, something awful was happening at my house. No, no death, but still, pretty bad.

We got a visit from the REPOWOMAN! A few days before, I hadn't been able to pay my bills, and even though I tried to give her the money now, she just took the foosball table, which was in the teen boy's room. I decided to try and buy a new one before Aeron grew up into a teen, but I couldn't promise anything to anyone.

Since I hadn't officially found out I was pregnant yet, even though I heard the lullaby, I got to working with the toddlers on their skills. I started with Alis, since she was born first.

She didn't enjoy talking much. I explained to her about vacations, which the Watcher my let us take one day,

And lifetime wishes,

But it was awhile before she said her first word, "house." Though it was more like "HOWWWSEE!" What an eager little beaver.

And then I had her second word, art. Perhaps she would be a painter one day?

When I finished, I moved on to walking, which was even harder than talking. Sigh. But, I finally got it done and moved on to potty training. I will spare you the pictures. Trust me, you're fine with that.

Next, it was Aeron's turn.  But first, baby bump!

Anyway, Aeron. I got to teaching him to talk, and he was definitely not as difficult as Alis.  I told him all about the burglary career, in hopes that he would take a different route one day. I certainly hope I didn't encourage him.

His first sentence was, "DIAMOND! I WANT DIAMOND!" Oh no, am I raising a criminal?

I then tried to steer away from the thief career, but he told me he wants to be an Emperor of Evil one day. Oh no.

After that, I moved on to walking and pottying. No pictures, again.

Finally, it was time to age up my first babies.

First up, Mr. Aeron Sanna!

 What a handsome lad! I still can't get over his first pose as a child:

 Next up: Miss Alis Sanna! I knew she would be beautiful.

And boy, was I right!

After I aged them up, I went to go paint to possibly induce labor. I planned on having all my babies in front of an easel. 

I wasn't painting for long when labor hit!

My baby bump right before labor. I was huge!

Welcome to the world, miss Piper Sanna. I went to go put her in her crib when...

Hi there, Mason!

I put him in HIS crib when...

ANOTHER ONE?!?!

Welcome, Austin Sanna.

I went to age up the toddlers immediately. First Piper,

Then Mason.

I aged up Austin, too, but I didn't manage to get pictures. Here's a photo of him playing with Piper so you can get an idea of what he looks like.

Only 95 more babies to go!

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Thanks everyone for reading! Please comment and tell me what you think of it, it would mean a lot! If you have any name suggestions (preferably ones that sound a bit out there) that would be great, too!