Hello, hi and I have no excuse for my 3 month absence, but summer. We’ve been teaching our lazy baby to become a toddler, i.e actually toddle. He now does, but it took all summer, and one day short of 19 months old he walked across the room for the first time. *beaming* And I thought sim toddlers were cute when they learned to walk..
On that note, he’s sort of potty trained as well. He’s a bonafide baby genius.
Here’s baby Gorkij, fourth son of Faun and Basil Cuckoo.
He’s no genius, but he’s objectively adorable and he wears an exploding hot dog. Therefore, your argument is invalid.
Griffin likes to read. I like Griffin.
Gillis likes to make the bed. Not only his own bed but also his parents’ bed. I’m going to assume he has something to hide.
“I just like beds that are really flat, is all”.
You do you.
Look who’s knocked up again, and this time it better be a lass.
I sent Gillis to the beach with Gorkij for no reason except they needed some air.
LOL, stupid house looks stupid.
That house, however, I’m proud of 4 real. It may be a box but it’s a swanky box.
Enter stand around mode.
*hums The Cure*
Standing on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
They went home again.
Basil at a party. That’s my boy.
Not sure why this particular bathroom attracts all the virtuosos in the family. Virtuosi? Sounds a bit pretentious doesn’t it? I’ll stick with virtuosos.
“Now say MAMA!”
Story of my life. Kidding, his first word was mama. Second papa. Third woof woof.
I think we’re in the consignment shop. Griffin is reading, alone.
He’ll be a great tortured artist/poet/whatever one day.
Basil throwing a ball around.
This is cute, until you catch your death.
Note how he has no coat on.
Here comes the wildlife.
bounce bounce bounce
bounce bounce bounce
*gracefully being a deer*
Of course, ten minutes later Basil throws a wish to “watch a deer”. Buddy, you had your chance, I’m so not locking that one in.
WOW. That’s Florence. Remember her?
Faun’s oldest sister. Yes, that’s her.
Yikes. I think it’s safe to say she peaked a while ago.
Very Peggy Bundy. Worse, actually. I didn’t expect that.
Gillis is such a sweetheart. Why are the sweethearts so boring?
Night, night Griffin!
Gorkij is down as well.
Oh Gillis, won’t you please go to bed.
It’s late. Don’t fail me now.
Finally Gulliver opts for a nap.
I guess he doesn’t feel like going to school today.
Faun is busy with her youngest.
“School is for llamas.”
Actually, it’s more for human children. Not to be nitpicky.
“You’re nitpicky, but that’s OK”.
Haha, Chaplin is aggressive. I never tire of aggressive sim dogs.
Nope, but funny.
Griffin having a good time with random octogenarian.
“He’s a relative!”
Yeah well, 65 % of the town are Cuckoo relatives. I can’t keep track.
Griffin and Gorkij, totally cheating with the peek-a-boo.
It’s cute, OK. I deserve cute shots.
Some party or other. They made food for their guests, bless them.
Not sure what this is about, but hi.
Gulliver is a pro at getting strangers to read him a bedtime story.
“She’s my cousin!”
Doesn’t matter, it’s your first meeting.
Still gets a kiss, aaaw.
Probably Fiona’s daughter, she looks just like her. Or like Etta.
Oh I know why I took this shot.
It’s another cakeless birthday in the Cuckoo household!
This time, it’s Gulliver’s turn.
At some point I’m going to have to count how many cakings we had vs oups I forgot.
Anyway, he’s a Faun clone so obviously he’s gorgeous. I don’t remember his new trait. I thought I took a screenshot but apparently not.
He may keep the mohawk. Gorgeous people can get away with a mohawk.
I think that’s Chaplin.
Poor, sweet, dumb, angry dog that only Basil cared for. 😦
Note: this is NOT what teenage boys look like IRL.
Like, at all.
Damn. I’m ever so sorry you’re a clone, honey.
Not sure who else would look stunning in a lilac turtleneck. That’s a feat in itself.
Aliens, le sigh.
Basil was abducted…
But with Faun already pregnant, he didn’t get inseminated. Whew. I hate aliens.
Crying over the dog she hardly ever talked to. Classic.
“I feel like I could have been so much better to him!”
That’s not a feeling, that’s a fact. Know the difference.
“I guess all the hormones are making me emotional.”
That’s the guilt talking, Faun, not your hormones.
“You tell her, Watcher!”
Uh, I don’t remember you being particularly great at caring for the family cats either, Banjo.
“I’m dead, you can’t guilt trip me!”
Actually, guilt is a very valid reason for spirits to hang around. That, and revenge. So what’s yours?
“I’m only here for the free food.”
My son has that exact IKEA stacking tower.
A French modder made it. Bless the global market.
HERE COMES THE BABY!
And ANOTHER baby!
LOL, both hydrophobic. And both insane. Isn’t that swell.
Gillis and Gulliver, AKA Dazed & Confused. (Why didn’t I think of that before?)
Not to toot my own ISBI horn, but I have some fine looking sims.
And I don’t mean you in particular, Gillis. But you’ll do.
“Thanks, that’s comforting.”
The shame. The guilt. The big gaping hole in a simulated heart.
Griffin doesn’t care, Griffin is king!
“Shame is for the plebs!”
A fine motto for a 7 year old autocrat.
Talulah: “You guys are aware I’m still here, right? Old but you know, alive?”
Nope, nobody is aware. Keep doing your dog thing in the background.
Faun was asked out on a date and said yes, because the old girl could need a drink after a twin birth in the living room.
“So, as I was nursing Gilda, I squirted milk right in Gisele’s eye. Hilarious! You should have seen it!”
“Um, care to dance?”
“Amazing how I can even stand in a pair of heels, much less take a wide step!”
“Oh, uh, OK. Maybe the next dance is a slow one.”
“No buddy, I’m on fire! Watch out for this cha-cha-ing mama!”
Guy: *follows in terrified silence*
We end with Gillis staring wistfully at the moon.
And that’s a wrap.
-10 for fails
+10 for twin birth
so still -145
So in May I rambled about moving the Cuckoos to a new world, which has happened, but there will be another chapter or so of old screenshots. Stay tuned, as they say.