Speaking of the babies, they really grew up so fast~
They graduated from crib-beds, and they now had mini beds with stairs in their own room. It wasn’t like those high railings had any use with them anyway. And now that they were completely potty trained, there were now mini stairs and seats on the toilet for them as well.
It was a bit of a challenge of course, especially since Meatball was all over the place and sometimes he did many things at once while running—well, they’d rather not think about it sometimes.
Some images were meant to be erased from the mind. Sadly, some of them had good memories, so they just had to live with it.
Pepper, in contrast, was a well-behaved little Princess. She was graceful for her age and ultra adorable. Whenever she felt discomfort (for example, the wrong sitting position on their baby toilet seat), she would just whine a little and call on the nearest adult.
The little girl naturally learned faster, too, and the moment she was able to go potty on her own, Althea and the other ladies watching cheered for her.
The praise for her inspired Meatball to do well, and so they were now completely diaper-less cuties.
It was a process though, because later that night—
"WUUUUU! MAMAAAAAAA!!"
This was followed by the door knocking, and the type of thud made by a little hand urgently patting on the door with his palm.
"Wuuuu—"
It was a heartbreaking cry, and they scooted to the side of the bed without thinking and opened the door to see their son crying...his bottom pajamas wet.
"Oh, my baby," Althea kneeled down to comfort the baby.
He obviously wet the bed, which was normal. Garan carried the boy to get him cleaned up, while Althea went to the room to change the beddings.
"Mama?" Little Pepper called her as she entered. The baby girl was groggy in her own bed with a pink canopy and Althea sat down to kiss her soft face.
"Go back to sleep, my love."
"Mewbow?"
"He’s fine, Daddy’s gonna bring him here."
"Wan Mama..." the baby girl mumbled with that milky voice of hers, pacifier falling down, as she extended her chubby arms to her.
Althea’s heart softened, and she carried the baby after putting the pacifier back. Obviously, she wanted to sleep with her tonight. In retrospect, the baby boy probably wouldn’t leave his father either.
In the end, after replacing the soiled sheets and mattress to the laundry Lola’s group handled the housework for a fee, and they had washing stores now, and a few in the villas.
Washing machines are one of the appliances that the Specialty Store had developed. Althea simply had to place them in the laundry, and the old women’s team would handle things.


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