Babies 3 and 4: Ghost!

Having twins right away in the challenge was quite hard, especially because I wasn't very experienced. I was so busy taking care of the newborns that I completely forgot about looking for a new father.

Pretty soon it was the twins' birthday. I threw a very small party for them. Only mom and dad and Caleb were invited except Caleb did bring one of his friends (without asking, I might add). Mom had quite a fun time with Brendan, baby 2.

Finally it was time to blow out the candles.  Cal, baby 1, had my blue hair and Caleb's greyish eyes.  I was delighted to see that Brendan had the famous and popular pink-blond hair and my eyes blue eyes.  It was a really nice combination.

During a majority of the party, dad played the guitar outside while my mom played with the twins.

After the party was over and the presents opened, Mom came up to me and said she wanted me to meet someone, a very logical man by the name of Kevin Collins. I was quite relieved because now I had a possible father for baby number 3! I agreed to go to his house tomorrow afternoon.  He lived in a house that I had originally thought to be empty.

The next day I dropped the kids at Caleb's house.  When I walked in the house I thought mom had given me the wrong address because the house was completely empty and that made sense because no one had ever lived there. When I was a child, it was called the" haunted house." As I walked up to the house, I thought I saw a ghost and I screamed and ran outside. The ghost followed me, his body surging with electricity. I was about to run for my car.  Mom!!  Is this some kind of joke?

"Wait! Let me explain.  Please, there's nothing to be afraid of."  He said, suddenly.

I was quite shocked at the sound of his voice and everything that had just happened that I just stood there and wasn't able to move. He quickly introduced himself as Kevin Collins.

"Your a g-g-ghost" I said nervously (way to point out the obvious).  I felt kind of bad that I had just walked into his house and screamed at him and I was annoyed that mom hadn't told me that he was a ghost.

"Yes, but don't be afraid," he repeated.

"How did you d--- sorry," I quickly stopped myself and felt my cheeks burning up. I was embarrassed that I would ask such a thing and so soon. But he brought a ghostly finger up to my lips and told me his story.

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KEVIN COLLINS' POINT OF VIEW

I was very young when I died and it was actually almost a year ago. I had just graduated and wanted to study the stars and the planets but I didn't have a place to stay. That's when I met your kind parents and they offered for me to rent a room in their house because, of course, their children had all left. I spent most of my time at the telescope and recorded my findings.  

If you want to know what I look like, I had really bright red hair and soft brown eyes.  I was and still am quite handy, so in my spare time I helped around the house by upgrading things and fixing them. I worked on many things including the t.v, the washing machine, and even the stereo that your parents were borrowing from someone at the time.

I had been at their house for a while when their sink and the trash compactor broke at the same time.  Both your parents were at work so I was alone.

I was a bit overwhelmed at the time what with the water and the sink and the sparks coming out of the trash compactor. I wasn't thinking so instead of fixing the sink and mopping up the water I started trying to repair the trash compactor. 

I must have gotten shocked a few times but I hardly noticed. 


Then, I felt a great surge of pain go through me and I must have lost consciousness because I don't really remember the rest.

Your parents later told me that they had gotten home just as I had crumpled to the floor, near death.

Then the Grim Reaper appeared and I begged for him to spare my life.  I was too young to die!  But being used to the pleading and begging, he was able to say no.

Yours parents kept my grave along with my remains in their backyard and they didn't fix the trash compactor.

The trash compactor was finally fixed when they got the opportunity to bring an urn of a dead friend to the science facility to be brought back to life.  They used this chance in hopes that I could come back to life. It worked and... it didn't. 

I wasn't dead anymore but I wasn't totally human. I was a ghost, and that's how it's been ever since. I moved out of your parents' house as I didn't want to be a burden. They had done so much for me so I thanked them and went on my way.

I chose this old dump as my house because being a ghost I don't need to eat or drink or sleep or go to the bathroom and the ghosts at the graveyard said I wasn't "ghostly" enough to stay. And I noticed that no one really liked this house, it was the perfect place for a ghost who didn't fit in with the real ghosts.

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CALISTA'S POINT OF VIEW

I was tearing up.

"So, what's this challenge your mom was talking about?" he asked changing the topic.

I wiped my eyes and told him about my challenge, about Caleb, and about my boys as we drove home.  He listened very well and agreed to the challenge when I asked him if he wanted to participate.

"I have really wanted children and I was afraid no one would love me with me being "dead" and all so now I have a chance to feel love and carry on my genes. Do you think they'll be ghost children?" he asked.

"We'll have to find out," I almost whispered as I leaned in to kiss him.  His touch to me was electrifying.  Literally.

Then we proceeded to conceive baby number 3.

After he left, I snapped some photos of the boys in their matching outfits.  They looked so cute together.  They were super giggly and playful with all of the personality of their father in them.

Then I played with the peg box with Cal.  While we did that, Brendan play with his little xylophone.

Only a week later, I started to throw up. I wondered when I'd ever get used to it.  The worst part was cleaning the toilet.  Ewww!

As my abdomen grew, the twins grew also. I had taught them each how to walk.

Then they learned to talk.

And pretty soon they were potty trained.  I thought I was doing pretty well as a first time mother.  I couldn't wait to see how experienced I would be after 100 babies or even if I would get that far.

This pregnancy seemed to go a little better than the last one. I bet that by the end of this challenge I wouldn't feel a thing, I'd be so used to it. I watched a lot of kids shows and listened to kids music to raise my chances of having twins or maybe even triplets.

I tried to feed Cal his dinner of beef stew but he didn't want anything to do with it. He did the unthinkable. He threw his plate on the floor and it shattered into a million pieces (I really should buy some durable plastic ones). He also laughed about what he did. I was very mad and he got a time-out and was grounded from dessert and t.v. for a week. I was very harsh on him but it worked because he never did it again.

Brendan must have noticed that Cal got in trouble because when he was very hungry that same night, he didn't even fuss or cry. He smiled and drank his bottle of chocolate milk very well. I praised him for that by giving him a large bowl of his favorite ice-cream: pistachio!

I bought Cal and Brendan a doll house, a toy box, and an activity table.  The boys had a lot of fun playing with blocks.

Cal also liked to hide in the toy box and jump out on me and Brendan.  The creepy, old, and pink bunny was his favorite toy.

Brendan on the other hand was more laid back.  He just loved to just sit and play with his toy car.  He was a lot more calm and content than his brother.

The familiar contractions started.  The baby!

I called Caleb and asked him if he could take care of the boys. He came over in what seemed like seconds. Then off to the hospital I went. As I was walking in I saw my brother in-law there, Owen Lowe.  Kevin walked in after he had heard I had gone into labor.

Introducing Walter Collin, baby 3.  He was not a ghost and I decided that we would call him Watt for short.  I named Watt's brother (carried by Kevin) Casper Kevin, baby 4, who was a ghost just like his father.  I was so happy to have four wonderful boys and that Casper had gotton his father's ghostly appearance.

Casper seemed very content on the floor although to me it didn't look very comfortable.  Maybe ghosts like different things than people do.

I fed Watt and he reached out to touch my cheek with his tiny hand.  He was so cute!