Gen. 2: Aspirations of Being An Only Child

POLLY: Serge, why did Mom have to have more babies?

SERGE: That's her thing Polls...she's doing a 100 baby challenge...you know that.

POLLY: Yeah, I know...but why did she have to have so many?

SERGE: Just lucky I guess...

Polly has been having trouble not being the baby of the family anymore.  I feel for her, I really do.  Not only is she not the youngest anymore, but she has to share her attention with four screaming infants.

I remember when my mom had the quints and she almost lost her mind, I can't imagine having five babies.  One would think adding an extra here or there would matter much, but it does.

It seems like my work is never done.  As soon as they have all been fed, changed, and given enough attention, I have to start the whole vicious cycle over again.

Julianne tries her best to help, but I'm stubborn.  

JULIANNE: Where do you need me Mom?

BONNIE: Oh, I got this honey...just go relax.

JULIANNE: Number 1, no you do not have this.  I can smell that at least one of them has a dirty diaper and two are crying.

BONNIE: Yeah, but I really want to handle this myself.

JULIANNE: No offense, but that's insane.  Come on, let me help.

I really have no choice but to let her.  There are two of them screaming, one has a dirty diaper, and one has to be fed...and I only have two hands.

BONNIE: Okay, fine...I'm just going to go sit down...

I take Liberty and sit in the rocking chair to rest for a bit...and I think I go into a coma.

When I wake up, Liberty is crying and Julianne is gently taking her out of my arms.

When I walk back into my room, all the babies are gone.

BONNIE: Jules!  Where did they all go?

JULIANNE: Calm down Mom, follow me...

She has calmed Liberty and she is leading me into the living room.

Where she has set up four swings where each of the babies is sitting, blissfully pacified.

BONNIE: Oh wow...

JULIANNE: Right?

BONNIE: These swings...are...genius.

JULIANNE: I had Serge grab another one...so we've got them all covered.

BONNIE: Uh...okay...I'm gonna...

JULIANNE: Why don't you go take a nap?

BONNIE: Uh...yeah...nap...

I sleep peacefully for an undetermined amount of time...I obviously needed it.

Meanwhile, Polly has taken up painting.  She's an artistic soul and only feels complete if she is creating.

After awhile, the babies are ready for bed, so Julianne and Serge move them back into their cribs, which wakes me up, but I feel amazingly refreshed.

I scoop up Haylia and declare it to be their birthday!

I dress Haylia in red and she has her father's eyes and coloring, but looks a lot like me.

Rayn is next...she looks like her father but has my coloring and black hair, I am only guessing from my mother.  I put her in green.

Next up is Liberty.  She looks almost identical to Rayn but she has my hair and coloring.  She wears yellow.

Last up is Nellie with my hair color, her father's coloring, and my eyes.  Blue seems to be the best for her.

As soon as we get them all aged up, Serge reminds me that tonight is prom night for him and Julianne.

Of course I get them to strike a pose for the camera before they leave.  They are so gorgeous!  I highly recommend Everard genetics!

About an hour into their prom, Julianne texts me to say they won Prom Queen and Prom King.  I don't know why they choose a brother/sister pair, but whatever.

At home, I am stuck with an overly whiny Polanne because she wanted to go to prom too...

So I bribe her with cake, cookies, and having a friend over and she is happy.

After our little party, I read her her favorite story about Snow White and Rose Red.

Of course she falls right to sleep and I let her sleep in my bed.

Of course, I don't know who would want to sleep in my room.  I always have four screaming toddlers in it.

Liberty is always the first to wake up, and thankfully she isn't so loud she wakes up the rest of them right away.

It's difficult to split my time enough to even get their basic needs met, much less teaching them anything, but I manage.  I would hate for them to be the only kids in school unable to walk, talk, or use the bathroom.

Soon, it's Polanne's birthday and her only wish is to be big like Serge and Julianne, which makes it easy.  Nature can manage that one for me.

And it does just fine.  Of course I am annoyed when she insists on wearing her hair just like her Aunt Gia and when Gia sends her more clothes that probably cost more than this house, but what can I do?

She is definitely a beautiful young woman.