A happy day

As a family, we invited the Gordon Raha, leader of a local privately funded educational facility, to visit for dinner. M Alor greeted him at the front walk and attempted to converse with him on topics dear to her heart.

That did not go well.

My Mallory of the dulcet tones introduced herself to the educational leader and requested more information on the facility. With the opportunity to expound on the advantages of a private education, Headmaster Raha was quite pleased with the family. M Alor and T Lar were accepted into the institution.

Headmaster Raha had no sooner left or home when we begun the transition ceremony for B Sahl.

Unlike the former ceremony, my Mallory of the curly hair and the duals were quite excited with the thought of the youngest A'Lien attaining childhood.

Which she did quite well. M Alor enjoyed seeing her sister in similar attire to what she had worn at that age. However we had other clothing choices available as well.

B Sahl chose not to partake in the transition confection. Instead she adjourned to the bedroom for a clothing change then to the bathroom where my Mallory of the beautiful hair performed a hair session and removed the wavy locks.

Obviously, B Sahl insisted on an immediate shower to remove the small hairs that had fallen down her new dress.

B Sahl A'Lien - Virgo

Sloppy/Neat 10 - Shy/Outgoing 1 - Lazy/Active 10 - Serious/Playful 3 - Grouchy/Nice 10

Life Could be a Dream

The night before B Sahl's first day of school and the Dual's first day at their new school and each of us are coping with our excitement in our normal manner.

my comments: Later that same night...

B Sahl appears to be happy with her new appearance.

Mallory appears to be quite taken with the new grocery delivery boy.

T Lar still hasn't overcome his dislike for the aliens.

As for Mallory and T Sah, they appear to be living their dreams. Or is it that as parents of twin teens and a young child, they are too exhausted to dream?

We Interrupt Our Regularly Scheduled...

Hello? Is this thing on?

*giggles*

Yeah, I guess it is. Hi there.

I've been reading Dad's journal for a while now and so I'm taking over his stylus and console. There are a few things I think need to be added to his journal that he wouldn't think to tell you.

First, my Father is a wonderful dad. I know that he thinks he shorted us "duals" as we were growing up, but we don't think so.

Sure, he was working long and weird hours, but when he was here he was really here. With us and for us.

I mean, I have some friends whose dads spend all their time at home plopped in front of the TV or some such. They basically forget they even have kids. But not my dad.

When we were growing up he was there to help us with our homework or learning a new skill or what not. Plus, there were lots of family meals together. Sometimes they had to be breakfast instead of supper, but he was there. That's just the way he is.

So Dad, if you're reading this - that's the way TL and I both feel. We both love you very much. You did a great job with us, so stop worrying, ok? And stop beating yourself up too. Now!

Yikes! Don't know where that came from, guess it's been building up for a while now. But since Dad thinks of you readers as his friends, I guess it's ok that you know the truth.

Anyways, back to the good stuff.

Dad always portrays us the way he likes to see us. But can you imagine two teens with their noses stuck in books or faces glued to a chess board all the time? Booooooring!!

Sure, defeating another's strategy in chess is fun. And so is discovering a new technique for repairing a lamp or a new recipe. But please! We really do have lives. And although TL and I do have a rivalry going on with scholarships, we're also best friends.

And since I'm being honest here and adding stuff Dad might not know, TL always calls me Mal. I rather like it. Although a friend of mine, River, pointed out to me that Mal is Bad.

Well, duh!!! Like I didn't know that was TL's little joke on me? But that's ok, because he doesn't know that TL doesn't stand for his initials.

Oh yeah, speaking of friends, I snapped this photo during breakfast recently.

As you already know, I was hesitant (and scared) when I heard that Dad was going to have a baby. Hello? Father? Pregnant? This isn't normal, right?

But I have to admit that the little twerp really won us over. She's just so blasted nice all the time. I mean really, really nice. Must be the "other" alien genes, because the niceness attribute sure skipped over the rest of us.

Speaking of the brat, isn't she adorable? Here she is playing red hands with Pater again. She'll probably even let him win.

Oh yeah, I just have to say, that TL and I love listening to Dad talk. Between the duals, parental units, and his other almost-correct speech patterns, he always seems to have us laughing.

You'd think that in the time he's been on this planet he'd catch on to the language. But then again, maybe he has. Maybe that's his little joke on us. I know he's seen us bite back our smiles at times.

Well, either way, he makes my heart melt every time he refers to Mom as "my Mallory." Yeah, that's what I want. I want a man who will love me as much as my Daddy loves Mom.

Ye gods and little fishes! I didn't realize how long I'd kept you. I'll let you go back to whatever you will be doing when this journal is finally released.

Eek! What a scary thought. By the time you read this I may have been gone for generations! Wow. That really puts things in a different light.

One last thing before you go, I just wanted to let you all know that I have no problem at all with not being Daddy's heir. I've heard about some of the restrictions TL will have on his life - where he lives, who he can marry, what he can do. No thanks! I don't want any part of that.

Plus, whatever is buried in the box at the corner of the house, that's way too much responsibility for my liking. TL, his kids and their kids can have it all.

TTFN!

In closing

My Mallory will soon be experiencing her own transition ceremony and I have discovered that M Alor is creating an extra-special gift for her Mater.

She is a quite the adequate "twerp" herself.

My Mallory of the glorious body has started B Sahl on a rigorous exercises program. Either they have a different idea of "mother daughter" activities or B Sahl has had some difficulty at school. As neither she nor my Mallory will confirm my suspicions I am at a loss of what actions I should undertake.

The duals have enjoyed the the transfer to the private educational facility. M Alor, of course, was happy that she could continue with her hair enhancements and that there was purple in the dress clothes.

I shall close this journal posting with an image portrayal of my family.

Time Marches On

My first thought was to prepare Mallory for the new addition to our family. Once she had aired her concerns, together we informed the duals.

I do not believe they understood at first the gravity of the situation. They believed that perhaps their Mater would be having the child.

Then I saw the look of amazement settle on their faces and knew that they, at last, understood.

In spite of the upcoming event, our lives remained unchanged. My Mallory of the infinite patience continued to set an admirable example to our children.

Although M Alor did have a meeting with a counselor at the educational facility due to some images in her artistic instructional sessions, she quickly adapted as well. Perhaps her quest for knowledge overruled her desire for an "ordinary" homelife.

There was a physical change with me as well.

I was able to convince the medical facility where I was employed that I had been the unfortunate victim of a gastric "bug." They placed me on an extended leave of absence rather than accept the possibility that something else had occurred.

A Third Child

Then the day arrived I had dreaded. I was suddenly grasped in the throws of pains never meant to be experienced by man. The duals were at their educational facility and my Mallory of the high pain threshold was at work.

Alone.

I was alone.

And then I was not. Alone I welcomed my youngest progeny into the world.

My Mallory of great understanding and I had conversed numerous times regarding the moniker a female offspring should carry.

A male child would carry the beginning of my name then a portion of a maters name as well. Since a female child would have no true mater unit it was decided that she would bear the combined names of my parents. B for my mater unit and Sahl for my mater's mater.

B Sahl seemed pleased with her name.

Soon after returning to work I was awarded the position for which I had studied and sought since my first day on The Land. I am now Chief of Staff for the medical facility.

controller's note: This was his LTW so T Sah is now Perma Plat

Another Infant Transition

I was very pleased to be available for B Sahl's transition confection celebration. My Mallory of the golden hair allowed me the opportunity to aid our daughter in her transition.

B Sahl appears to have her sisters predilection for vibrant colors.

The duals and my Mallory of the golden hair were excited as well at the transition of the youngest A'Lien.

To share in the enjoyment of the festivities M Alor and T Lar immediately began a contest of red hands.

A Day in the Life

I am exceedingly aware of all that I missed with the childhood of M Alor and T Lar. Now that I am no longer required to work such hectic hours I have time to do the very things I missed out on with the duals.

I was unaware of how enjoyable it is to share the simple pleasure of reading to a child.

I have been enjoying my time with the family to such a degree that I was surprised to discover it was time for my own transition. The thought of retirement is always on my mind yet I wish to remain employed until T Lar graduates from the new university.

I continue to make myself available for any special training required. In addition, I have endeavored to capture as many images as possible for my journals.

Each image portrayal also serves to remind me of the images I did not capture before.

Perhaps I will be able to atone by being a better grandfather than father.

Lest you believe I have become maudlin in my ever-increasing years, I would like to end this session with some positive news.

Changes

My Mallory of the wavy hair is still able to overcome my senses. I frequently find myself succumbing to the urge to wrap her in my arms and hold her to me.

As their reactions show, their parental units in a passionate embrace is not an unusual occurrence.

As I age, I find myself contemplating what might have been. How my life would have been had I not landed on this planet. The ripples of time, ever expanding, ever encompassing.

I have been extremely fortunate in my accidents as well as in my plans.

If you remember my original domicile, you can see that there has been many upgrades to our home.

Yes, I wrote that correctly.

Due to my Mallory and the three children what was once merely a domicile is now a home.

The Arrival

Greetings.

I believe that the customary action on my part would be to introduce myself to you and to explain the cause of my arrival.

Therefore, I shall attempt to enlighten you. I am known as T Sah A'Lien, 3rd Pod, 18th designation, inductee #54879. I am....

Please accept my apologies. That is, I am sure, more than you really wanted to know.

It is rather obvious how I arrived on this planet. The why however, not so much so.

I was on my fifth intersteller mission mapping a previously uncharted section of Domtrant 429.8 when I began to suspect my console was not displaying accurate readings. As this was my first solo mission, I had to rely upon only myself for repairs and corrections. I wonder now if this was the cause of my downfall.

I was able to find a relatively unpopulated section of this planet to make my landing. Until I discover the local name for this planet, I shall refer to it as The Land.

Fortunately, while the craft is most assuredly destroyed, there was still enough power in the recreators to manufacture building materials and a few select items I deemed necessary for my survival.

This is, however all I could safely recreate while still leaving the ship enough power to continue broadcasting the homing beacon I activated just before landing.

While policing all I could from the surrounding area to endeavor to keep the crash site contained, I made a disheartening discovery. My flight was sabotaged. I found a foreign matter in the console itself that would indicate I was victim of a deliberate contamination. The precious material has been placed for safe keeping in an enclosed case at the cornerstone of this building.

Because it will be several centuries before my beacon reaches my homespace and a rescue mission can be arranged, I realize that I will be on this new planet for my remaining days.

From scans made of this planet I know that it is inhabited by beings similar in size and stature to my own. I will attempt to cohabitate with these beings and, if possible, mate with one to ensure the continuance of my particular biology. Perhaps I shall have an heir still existing in this domicile when my race returns to redeem my craft. That heir will then be able to produce the proof of the sabotage and clear my, and thereby their own, name.

I have managed to obtain employment with a nearby medical facility. Due to the extensive training I received on my many missions I believe that I will be able to obtain the position of "Chief of Staff" at this facility.

Now that I am receiving monetary compensation for my actions my next goal is to find a mate worthy of being Mater to my heirs.

The Search

My quest for the appropriate mate led me to encounter various female versions of the dominate species of The Land. Some were quite pleasing to the eye yet were focused more on financial gains than progeny.

Some were very pleasing to the eye yet had other traits I thought were counter indicating to a parental unit. Such as the stranger who joined my contemplative time at the gym. Sans bathing attire.


And then there was Mallory of the headdress. After many ritualistic activities I declared my affection for her to discover that the affection was reciprocated.

Therefore, I proposed a mutual joining (or marriage) and found she was in agreement with the sentiment.