Sorry, couldn’t think of a better title. If nothing much happened in the last chapter except a whole lotta pee, well, even less happens in this one. Except, you know, birthdays.
I promised you an heir vote, and you will have one, but I have to post it separately (soonish) because this chapter is so picture heavy already. Here we go:
And pee. -5
What are you even doing.
“THE TREES ARE CLAWS!”
Go to bed.
First time this kid is dressed, 15 seconds before birthday.
“Enjoy my everyday wear!”
Yes, very nice.
So, what are you into?
“Being outside. Making friends. Free stuff. :)”
Here’s our friendly, outdoorsy mooch.
Alvine, stop frightening the child!
“He doesn’t mind!”
True, he seems totally unfazed.
I gave him his own room (for now), with an extra bed for nr 4.
“HELP! The pretty one is in agony!”
Call the midwife, then.
“It’s OK, I figured it out myself.”
Tadaa! It’s a girl!
Cembra is a species of pine. It is pronounced Sembra.
YAY EPITRIX! She is now an elder.
Fins under the washer always cracks me up. As does fleur-de-lis print on fins.
What are you doing with Cembra, Alvine?
“Just resting my weary legs.”
She sat like that until the baby was screaming bloody murder.
Banjo is trying to get a promotion.
What, are you bonding with your kid??
“You make me sound like the worst mother ever.” 😦
I wouldn’t say that, but you’re in the bottom tenth percentile.
“Look at this nice ice hockey snowman I made with my kid! I’m mother of the year.”
That’s great, but it’s spring now so it will probably melt in a few hours.
“NO!!! DON’T LEAVE ME, HOCKEY SNOWMAN!”
Settle down, your kid is watching.
“I DON’T CARE!!!!”
Thanks, gnome. Another pile of garbage that you gathered from nowhere.
Stop stealing your kid’s thunder, Banjo, she’s growing!
“My baby is less baby now!”
Fennel: “All these stinking babies make me want to arch my back in disgust.”
Here she is now, Cembra Cuckoo. Friendly & outdoorsy.
Congrats Eudore, and to Anne who’s a grandmother now.
Anne’s traits: dumb-happy…
Having a birthday!
You’re so cute as a kid, why do you have to grow up?
Emo seems like a suitable style for someone so grumpy, but I’m not sure.
He gained the trait savvy sculptor.
Cortex gladly shares his toy, being friendly and all.
Of course these two get along, they share 2 traits already.
“Excellent game, this!”
“OMG, he’s gone!”
“OMG, he’s here again!”
“SO EXCITED NOW!”
Hugs and thank you for a lovely afternoon, baby sister!
“Ok, # 4, we should teach you some tricks so I can choose your third trait.”
“I don’t like the sound of that.”
“Jump through my hoops, little one!”
“Say DENTAL FILLING RADIO.”
“Say TIN FOIL HAT!”
Thanks for busting my dishwasher, gnome.
They look so much alike, but they have such different personalities.
“AHMAHGAWD that knife is SHARP! Is that even allowed in a kitchen?”
Maybe not that different…
“Smile, Cassius! They’re taking our picture! Come on!”
What’s with the cross-eyes?
Don’t do that, they’ll get stuck that way!
“That’s just a myth! HAH! I know something you don’t! HAH! Watcher ownage!”
*chokes from smugness*
high school time
Poor Cyril, even if he does his homework occasionally he ends up with a D anyway. 😦
I think Cortex might actually be able to get a B
Why the dreamy look, Alvine?
Oh, a love letter! At age 101. Keep on keepin on, girl.
More Cembra spam.
You can keep him, because he’s Cortex’s.
When I heard Grim approach, I was certain he came for Alvine.
But it was time for Dingbat to go. I guess she is a 100 in cat years, too.
Bye, sweet kitty! You will be missed.
Random acts of grump.
“I’m not grumpy! But this door is placed really inconveniently for everyone!!”
Cembra was supposed to get a cake, but then Dingbat died and no one was in the mood.
I chose Insane because she was fully skilled. Does this mean I can’t get the “randomize traits for a whole generation” award now? I don’t really know how you combine an heir vote with that award.
Anne’s brother Lysander.
“Grandma, why are you so old?”
“Because I’ve lived for a really long time. As will you, if you eat your spinach candy!”
Cembra: *ponders on spinach-flavoured candy for a while*
“Grandma, will you die, like Dingbat?”
“Yes, my child! Now be quiet, for I’m trying to hear the sunflowers grow on TV!”
Aaaaand that’s where I leave the Cuckoos for now.
Failus: -5 for pee
wins: +5 for baby
so still -110