#glyn rask

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Ireland wakes up in a bad mood - because she’s always in a bad mood - and Glyn comforts her.

Glyn: Look out, world! Here comes a flying princess!

Ireland: Hehehe! Pincess!

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Then I sent everyone off to the library again... though we didn’t stay there very long. But hey, we saw Fawn! Hi Fawn!

Fawn: Oh, long time no see.

I see you’re pregnant again. How many is this now?

Fawn: I’ve lost count. At least five.

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Whatcha doing, Glyn?

Glyn: Just trying to calculate how long it’s going to take before we can build our house up into something way better.

And what’s the verdict?

Glyn: ... there will be at least 4 teens in this house by that point.

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Then, it’s finally time for the twins’ birthday! No more toddlers (until generation 4 has babies)! 

I love toddlers, but they are not easy.

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Just a Jordan appreciation post, because she’s the least troublesome of all of the girls, but still just as adorable as all of the others.

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Chey: Imagine how cool it’d be if we have an actual dining room.

Glyn: You know we have a dining table, right?

Harlow, signing: It would be great. We could actually go and sit down to eat.

Glyn: Do you girls really not see that table over there?

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Kaylie: Something about you giving me the suggestive face while taking out the garbage gets me really in the mood.

Glyn: Good. That’s what I was hoping for.

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Ireland: Dama!

Glyn: Yes, nng.. oop... yes, Ireland?

Ireland: I’m a pincess!

Glyn: Yes you are, sweetie, now go play because dama doesn’t know what he’s doing with these knives and who knows where this will go when it finally gets loose from the cutting board.