I’d like to say that Astara is taking her position as eldest child seriously, but that isn’t the case. Astara still spends an inordinate amount of time joking around with her younger siblings. I am proud of her grades however, all of the children really. They work hard at school and when they get their grades up they keep them there.
Bethany is the first to join Astara in making fun of adults, or any other activities. She has gotten in trouble at school for trying to pull pranks so many times that I’ve had to put my foot down. I told her to either figure out how to stop getting caught or stop pulling these pranks altogether. Dina seemed a bit disappointed in my lecture, but I see no other solution to the problem.
Crystal seems to get along with all of our other children, though they occasionally ask her the oddest questions. All she’s ever eaten was our food, I can’t imagine she would know the difference between it and alien food, for example.
Deanna surprised me the other day when I was cloud gazing, a pass time which gives me inspiration for my job. She began playing on the monkey bars like a pro, and I’d never seen her on them before. I think I miss a lot while I’m at work.
Dina and Bethany were there when Brennan proclaimed himself too big for his baby bed. Brennan is our sixth child and second son. I can’t fully express how happy I was too see him drawing on the drawing table I’d gotten for the children. Perhaps I finally have a child who is fit to be heir. We must see if it’s just a phase or not. Brennan is a wonderfully confident child, I think he will be successful in anything he sets his mind on. It’s a relief to know there will be no new babies for a while.
By my hand,
Today is Astara’s thirteenth birthday. It’s difficult to believe she’s a teenager already. The very first thing she did after cutting the cake was begin flirting with one of the men at her party. I put a stop to that, but when Dina gave me a look I decided it was time to update the journal. It’s difficult to see my little girl grow up.
Deanna has been growing steadily. She speaks often about the saddest things. I wonder if we aren’t giving her enough attention or if she’s having trouble in school. Dina doesn’t seem to know why Deanna seems so down either.
Sadly, even with a house full of children I’ve seen no evidence that any of them have a spark of creativity. I’ll continue watching and waiting. Dina has promised me that after our sixth child we can take a break for a while and let a few of them move out before we have more. I’m glad for this, even if it still worries me having so many dependents. Between writing and art I continue to bring in money. It’s a good thing, the bills keep going up.
By my hand,
I haven’t been drawing as much, but there is too much to report to ignore this journal any longer. Astara’s dreams came true when she managed to become the most rambunctious scamp in the entire town. She now spends endless hours talking about how special she is, so many in fact that I believe she will be very charismatic when she grows up.
Surely no one could truly top Bethany when it comes to charisma, however. She can talk anyone into just about anything. Now she has become best friends with Oscar Roper. She calls him her partner in crime. Be that as it may, the two of them really must work harder if they wish to cause mischief together. I’ve no idea what Bethany was doing when the teacher caught her with that cage of gerbils, but she certainly failed in the first rule of such things; don’t get caught.
Dina gave birth to our first son on Apterium 28 in 115 AS. The years just slid by, now I find myself with four elementary school children. Although I haven’t spent as much time with them as I would have liked, Dina somehow finds the time to read to them regularly. Sometimes I really wish there were walls around my studio. I find it difficult to concentrate with the children talking and running around. Andre doesn’t like to stop lounging around to do much of anything but Crystal occasionally manages to get a game of chess out of him.
Our fifth child, Deanna, was born yesterday afternoon. Perhaps I can talk Dina into waiting a while for the next. In the meantime I have been working hard as an artist and writing as well. Four of my books bring in money regularly; Cloud Walking – a children’s book about a boy who discovers he can walk on the clouds, Butterfly Wings and Cotton Candy – written on a day when I felt very playful which does happen on the rare occasion, Just Do It! – a motivational book encouraging artist to stop worrying and start producing art, and Growing a Family – a nonfiction novel about events in my family’s life.
By my hand,
One week ago Bethany and Crystal grew too large for their cribs. Crystal is able to disguise herself and looks so human now that I sometimes forget she’s not. Bethany talks nonstop to anyone and everyone, wanting to make friends with them all. She does this quite often while hanging from the monkey bars or sitting on top of them with Astara. Their relationship got off to a rocky start but mended quickly.
Crystal is a very different child. She stays inside to talk and lures people into reading her stories, helping with her homework, playing chess or watching her work with her home chemistry set. There she brews up all manner of potions. Unfortunately, she set it on fire recently. It’s a lucky thing that between work, my paintings and my books we bring in a good income now. I was able to get her a new one right away.
As it turns out waiting to publish my books instead of self-publishing brought me a good return. When I began this household I never expected to be able to develop it so quickly. It’s a lucky thing because Dina is pregnant again. I’m fearing she still wants ten children. How will I know them all and give them all the time and attention they need? I did speak about needing to be challenged. Still, I never meant it in this way.
As for work, I recently came to a branch in my career and had to put more thought into where I was headed. I always thought my art was about me, producing work that shows my thoughts, feelings and emotions. In the end, however, I decided that I wanted to give others the same gift I’d been given and help them get started. Ultimately I wish to become a patron of the arts.
By my hand,
It’s been a difficult time for us, but there have been good things with the bad. I shall begin with the worst for me. It was truly a child which I gave birth to on the night of Metsys 4. There will be no details recorded ever about that birth. From nowhere, a very unearthly bed appeared for the baby. I feel the option to send her home, but can’t help thinking of her as my child. Dina agrees that we should keep her, so she lies next to the baby Dina gave birth to that same day in the morning. We have named them Bethany and Crystal, two more girls.
This morning I had a surprising moment with Astara. We were outside together and she asked me to cloud watch with her. It was very peaceful and I enjoyed the time of quiet. She’s still the messiest child I’ve ever known, and although I believe this may not be something we can teach her out of, we continue to try.
I still have a long way to go career wise as an artist, but I’ve met all of my other goals. I’ve painted masterpieces, and most of them are on the wall. During hard times I’ve had to sell one here and there. The money for those was over a thousand each. Since my career is the only thing that challenges me in the field of painting I’ve begun to write books in my spare time. This new interest challenges me to stretch my creativity in a different direction.
By my hand,
Again it has been a long time. Perhaps this is what it’s like to be a father. I’m busy all the time. Worse, the horrid creatures from the sky came again. Those aliens took me and this time I did not return the same. I believe I’m pregnant. Although I know this to be impossible, I can think of no other explanation.
It happened on Kulun 2, last year. The day was beautiful and Dina told me in the morning that she was going to have another child. That night I saw the lights outside. There was no choice but to go to them. It’s as if they drew me in and I had no control. For the first few months after that I was sick often. Then I began gaining weight. At this point my stomach is as large as Dina’s.
Some of the other artists at work joked that I should try to take family leave. It’s no joke. I definitely am. If this is what Dina is going through I’ve no idea how she can want ten children. She’ll get over it. It’s highly likely she already has.
In the meantime Astara has grown into an active four year old. She’s the messiest child I’ve ever met. All she ever wants to do is climb things. Then she leaves behind her a path of destruction, never thinking to clean up. We’re trying to teach her, but our efforts are for naught. I did end up buying her some monkey bars to play on in hopes she’d stop climbing every piece of furniture we own. Her grades in school are passable. We encourage her to do homework every night but are both too exhausted to lend much help.
By my hand,
I admit it has been far too long since I’ve made an entry here. Luckily I continue to draw, so there are sketches which are easy to add. Dina started in on her cooking soon after our honeymoon. Her career had been stalled and she was frustrated. I did my best to support her efforts and certainly enjoyed not having to cook all of my meals anymore.
One evening we ended up on the topic of children and I discovered that Dina dreamed of having ten of them. I can only hope that once we have three or four she will forget this irrational desire. That many children would be difficult to support on any salary. With me working my way up as an artist and her aspiring to be a mixologist I don’t think we can support ten children. Besides, they would surely drive me mad.
On Elt 9, 107 AS Dina informed me that she was pregnant and we celebrated the occasion with great joy. I began saving money again thinking of the need for a room and baby furniture. Even so, I gave Dina the bar she’d been wanting on our first anniversary. I also kept my first two masterpieces instead of selling them. They hang in the kitchen reminding me to continue working hard.
As rewards came in from my employer a small studio for me grew next to the kitchen. Our daughter was born on Biri 12, 108 AS and we agreed to name her Astara. A couple days ago Dina told me she needed to throw a party. Evidently serving drinks at a party will help her to improve her mixology skill faster. I sincerely suspect she just wanted to throw a party. It went amazingly well. I admit that I was impressed. There may be more news soon. We’ve been speaking about trying for another child.
By my hand,