Generation Estonian, Chapter Two

Hello, and welcome to the new Around the World Legacy. Or, in Estonian, Maailmas.
In this legacy, each generation will be named a word starting with their letter from a language starting with that letter; so a sim from generation E could be named Esmaspäeviti, the Estonian word for Every Monday.

Last time on the Around the World Legacy, Dårlig and Wolfe were starting their family.

After Esimene was born, Dårlig got pregnant again. She sproinged while she was out buying out the businesses in town. She is now the proud owner of the day spa, the business/journalism building, the hospital, the diner, and the warehouse, all of which have been renamed after important members of the Alphabetacy family: Dårlig, Chyba, and Bihotz.

Soon she was going into labor.

It's a boy! His name is Edel, which means South West.

As is customary after a birth in this house, it's woohoo time! Poor parents are already going crazy with two infants in the house, but Wolfe's already a full adult and approaching elder, and he needs five kids to become teens before he dies.

Apparently, Bihotz's ghost has become a mummy. He and Lemon have been out night and day, which is weird. I guess they've been sleeping in the sarcophagi. Resetsim, here we come. Wish I'd thought about that when Chyba glitched.

Anyway, it's Esimene's birthday!

I think she's quite cute, even if she does have the mustard hair.

Dårlig is, surprise, pregnant! She's very busy, taking care of Edel and Esimene while trying to write her books. Now that he's working, Wolfe is almost no help with the kids at all.

He was home when Dårlig went into labor, though, and he took her straight to the hospital. A babysitter was hired for the little ones, of course.

The proud parents returned with two baby girls instead of one!
Meet Eesti, which means Estonia, and Eile, which means Yesterday.

And yes, this is where I'm leaving you. Next time, maybe we'll get a little bit more of how these poor parents raise their growing family. Right now... I'm pulling my hair out. There are too many kids!

...and there's going to be at least one more.