Oh, lord, Arwen's on the toilet and there's confetti floating around, that can only mean one thing.


Since the nursery is upstairs, it took a while for Bethany to gain enough movement skill to go down the stairs. Now that she can, nothing will stop her.


Oh, yeah, we're getting quite a collection of pet tombstones in the side yard. Always up for spoopy cemetaries
!

Molly got bees. I couldn't stop her. Look how happy she is with her bees. They love her.


She has also taken over the gardening from Helena and Erick. That's a lot of weeds to pull but I don't think our girl is intimidated.

We explored Windenburg a little bit but I guess Molly was more concerned about her texts than the beautiful view:



This was supposed to be a cute family photo but Bethany walks too slow so, instead, her parents had a little kiss on this dock thing while she waddled around by herself. Totally safe.


Back home, it seems as if there has been a delivery of the biggest dollhouse ever in the form of a tree.

Remember when Molly was so happy and at peace with her bees earlier?


Hahahahaha. Nevermind.


That's what you get for going into such a hobby unprepared.


It seems like just yesterday our little bundle of joy was born but, can you believe it, she's already hitting her childhood years.


And Arwen is, like, really pregnant. Besides the first picture, I've kind of glazed over that, huh?


And she's adorable, which should probably come as no surprise to anyone. Look at her parents.


Don't let the cute overalls fool you, there's a little glint of mischief in those eyes. Or should I say a glint of Satan since she was giving me serious Devil-vibes only a few moments ago.






I had this great idea that since Bethany loves playing with this doctor kit so much, she would grow up and be a doctor or veterinarian and help people and it'd be so cute. It doesn't quite work out that way. But it's still cute.


She's either focusing really hard or is super sad for Mr. Bear. That's definitely a pout going on.


It doesn't get any easier the second time. Those contractions still hurt and the panic is still real.


There's no way Molly is missing the birth of baby number two, even if she is freaked wayyyyy the fuck out.


Molly: What do I do?! Where is everybody?! Help me!


I think her hands may have gotten permanently stuck to her face. Calm down, Molly, it's going to be okay.


It's another girl! Readers, meet Beatrix.


Aw, they match. I'm definitely not crying, even though Beatrix absolutely is.


That's a much better demeanor for Miss Molly. All that freaking out and everything turned out just fine.


Nester's ghost has been pretty busy out and about but it's time to settle back into his grave, as one does.


This is just creepy. I wonder if the ghost of Truman is possessed by whatever was in toddler!Bethany earlier in the post. I'll have nightmares of those eyes.