Last time our baby mama had her second ghost baby and got a new makeover for hitting the half-way milestone. The first thing she decides to do is sit down with little Thyme and get their rock on.

They had just enough time for some preliminary potty training . . .

Before it was nappy times.

At least for Thyme it was. For Holly, the work is never really done. Someone or some THING *coughscumbagraccooncough* keeps knocking over the trash can . . . we might have to see the return of Huey Dewy and Hassenfeffer if he does it again.

Mr. Bigglesworth - I'm not 100 percent . . . but I'm beginning to strongly suspect that this baby is a ghost.
Yep, he's his daddy's son.

It wasn't long before Biggles was back in the living room though, tackling the Pink Monster of DOOM(tm), aka the catnip mouse.

Holly - And when you grow up into a big boy, you'll be going to school on the bus. Can you say bus for mama?
Thyme - BUS!
Holly - It's official. My baby is a genius.

Next was the walking. Thyme doesn't look too sure about it though.

Holly is a toddler-skilling BAWS now. Thyme literally learned all of his life-skills in less than a day. Which left him plenty of time to play with the nursery toys . . .
Thyme - *angry scream*
He's having fun. I promise. *shifty eyes*

Pecan - Hmm . . . I sense that our valuable face time for this chapter is being eaten up by an adorable ghost toddler. What do you propose we do about this, Pine?
Pine - I dunno-- Oooo, hey, look! One Plumbob to Sims is on!
Pecan - . . . Worst. Attention span. EVER.

Later that evening . . .
Remedy? What are you doing back, breaking my plot continuity?
Remedy - What plot?
>_< Don't get sassy with me, mister. Rogue meteors are only a click away . . .

Remedy actually decided to throw a formal party and invited Holly. Since she really had nothing better to do, I allowed her to go. I figured it'd be a nice chance to show off her new formalwear. :D

But I leave these two alone for a MINUTE to check on the baby, and they start throwing autonomous flirts all over the place. -_- Back off Remedy, you had your turn already.

It also looked like Holly was the only guest invited (just like with Elias Smith waaaaay back in the roster), but after a little while two other guests made their appearance. I'm not sure if I've mentioned it before now, I've been pretty lax in my children/baby-mama updates <--FAIL. However, Audrey Greene (Gsdluver4's baby-mama) married Romeo Tempest (Jojo777's baby-daddy donation) some time ago, and just recently she gave birth to their son, Julian. Yay green babiez!

Unfortunately Audrey wasn't much help in preventing the Holly-Remedy train, as she took her son into another room and turned on the TV, and then didn't move for the duration of the 'party.'

I was curious, so I left Holly on her own. More flirts go flying . . .

Then some amorous hugging . . . LAWL, that face . . .

Finally Remedy called an end to the party, before things could go any further. Apparently he had some rather pressing 'business' to attend to . . .

Her night on the town was fun, but Holly was also glad to get back home. Just in time to put her current #1 little man to bed.

BONUS PICS :
A midnight waterslide rendezvous . . . .

Reginald - Whawhazzat?! You say that again to my face, you yellow-bellied varmint!
Cosgrove - What? I did not zay anyzhing!
Jarvis - Yah, good luck trying to convince him that . . . In other news, this stone-hard, cold and unforgiving terrain really speaks to my soul . . .
Reggie-Gnome continues to be increasingly senile, and teen Jarvis-Gnome increasingly emo. All is right in my gnome-verse.

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