I was gone for A YEAR (+), I know. My only excuse – I had a baby. LOOK AT THAT FACE. I made that face! OK, his daddy made 50% of that face, but he’s mostly mine! Miiine!
And since my epic comeback was delayed by 3 months and all of the above is an old draft, here’s a more recent picture:
Aaaaaaaaaaaaah I JUST CANNOT. *heart eyes* (Repeat for 10 months.)
I fell down the mommy Instagram hole pretty hard, because baby food is VEWY INTERESTING but anyway, here I am. Signed, sealed, delivered. I’m yours!
I have absolutely no idea what happened last time I played, but I have a bunch of year old screen shots so let’s start with a smartly dressed burglar:
I wouldn’t want to get my pullover wet either.
Dum-di-dum, just burgling along.
However, ghost Siana is not having it.
Even in the afterlife, she’s hard as steel.
They have a burglar alarm – not that they need one, with Siana in the building.
Burglarette has been taken care of.
The police arrives at the scene 3000 hours later, pretty much like in reality.
Police: “It appears you were trying to commit burglary. That’s a criminal offence.”
“Let me escort you to my police vehicle.”
*500000000000000000000000000000000000000 hours later*
Siana: “I CAN’T WATCH THIS!”
*5 billion hours even later*
Burglaries are a joy!
So what else happened, let’s see…
Basil flipping through the family album for 10 billion hours.
That’s lovely. Carry on.
For someone who pretty much only stands around, he’s pretty buff.
Maybe it’s genetic.
Makes me want to get a duckie for our tub.
Apparently Eudora threw a party so I sent Etta over so they could meet, Eudora is like a thousand years old and I wanted to see her sullen face once more.
Etta: “Oh, this and that, grandchildren, dogs, riches, blah blah blah”.
Eudora: “So, are you a superstar actor yet or what?”
Etta: “No, thanks for reminding me, since I just died a level 9 actor and was brought back to life unemployed!”
Eudora: “Bummer. At least you’re alive.”
Etta: “It’s not my style to be grateful for the little things.”
Here comes generation 7!
“You’re having it! The baby! I think imma pass out!”
Note: Author’s Boyfriend actually passed out after I had actual real life baby, and broke his shoulder on a gurney. Also crashed into actual real life son on his way down, who almost tipped over and fell out of his cot but luckily didn’t. /note
“My shoulder really hurts! Having babies is painful!”
Basil: “I feel better now that I’ve talked to my imaginary duckies.”
Faun: “I’m glad.”
+5 for a birth
Gillis, he’s into grilled salmon and chansons, like most babies his age.
Faun: “I had a baby!”
Etta: “I thought you were just stabbing yourself with scissors repeatedly for 14 hours.”
Basil: “Gillis is a dumb name.”
Now you hurt his feelings. Either that, or he’s starving to death. Or both.
Sim elders having a sandwich and a cuppa, isn’t that cute?
The idiot having a sandwich, isn’t that cute?
“I’m off to work, honey-bunny!”
By all means, don’t spend unnecessary time with your newborn. Also, what’s your job description again?
Teacher, right? It’s a dirty job but someone’s gotta do it.
This picture though.
I know babies wake up a lot, but it’s polite to share a bedroom with your wife.
At least someone got some sleep.
It’s Faun’s first day back at work, and the car pool is lame.
So on her way home, she ditched her car pool buddies.
“I’m not a regular mom, I’m a COOL mom.”
*sun glasses at night*
And someone’s running aaaaall the way home from work.
The dog had babies too. + 5 for them.
Don’t expect me to remember their names.
I know myself too well. I hope that’s them, because otherwise I have no clue. Obviously names inspired by silent movie stars because of Etta.
Also -5 for me.
aaaaaaw. Ok, enough.
Faun be like let’s talk the politics of the burning loins!
Child in super hero costume: “Ew!”
Basil be like oh yass!
I think this is her attempt to be legally wed.
“Compact discs! So shiny, so durable! Like our love!”
Perfect, and with Faun’s geriatric almost-dead-was-actually-dead-recently mother doing jumping jacks in the background. Also, ringing phone.
New gnome! Very matchy-matchy.
Are they married already?
I honestly don’t remember.
I have no idea but Etta seems to be enjoying herself.
More babies because lots of babies generation.
LOL, that’s harsh. (That’s his mum.)
Edit: I know that’s his mum because the tag says MOTHER, I’m so clever.
Thanks for peeing in NOT A TOILET, Basil!
It’s actually called car pool because several people ride to work in ONE car. Pooling.
I only took this picture because he looked so bored, LOL.
Playing chess with no one.
Taking a short break to stare into space.
Break getting longer. More like a retreat.
Will the elderly gentleman cross the road before Faun returns to Earth?
He is now having biscuits and tea at home.
…knitting a tea cosy. With wool he sheared himself, and spun. And dyed with leaves.
Ah. Finally. The long awaited belly rub.
Naps while pregnant are The. Best. Naps.
So I suppose this is Talulah.
They all look the same, so confusing.
And this is just me spying on Florence in the park.
I don’t know if this is the screenshot of the actual event, but *drum roll*…
OMFG!!!! He maxed ALL instruments on free will. +10 for skill and +40 for LTW
+5 for baby, +5 for litter, -5 for pass out, -5 for self-wetting
-110 + 50 = 60 points, which puts us on PLUS for the first time in.. have we ever been on plus? It feels like it has never happened.
Edit: Child birth (and a serious lack of sleep for 10 months) fried my brains, -110 +50 is -60, thank you and goodnight.
That’s all I have for now, I’m sorry it’s boring, but I wanted to at least update. Unfortunately I have many more screenshots taken ages ago and gameplay I don’t remember so prepare for more boring updates soon-ish.
And to the kind people who nominated me for awards months and months ago, thank you all so much, I can’t promise I’ll answer questions and pass the award on however because it’s just one of those things that further delays updating, which I desperately need to do if I should keep this blog *cough* running *cough* moving like a zombie.
Also, if you’re on Tumblr and have noticed that I’m absolutely not answering messages or updating for that matter (I’m “toxontail”), it’s because Tumblr stopped sending me texts with the 2 part code I need to log in, so I have no idea how I will ever be able to log into my account again. Good times! Then again, I wasn’t there much before either.