Iris felt happy. Motherhood offered a certain bliss.
Motherhood also offered a bit of a sore back, but she knew that the next little one was shortly on its’ way.
Tate was growing up fast, too. He had insisted on walking alone to school, saying he was too old to have his parents join him. Both Iris and Darryl felt a sense of pride, mixed with a twinge of sadness.
It’s me again. There’s a baby in the house, and another baby inside mommy’s tummy. It’s quite gross, really, but I guess it’s nice to have a sibling.
I mean, she doesn’t do much, mainly cries and poops, then cries some more. But mom says she’ll grow up soon and be able to play with me. I hope she’s nice, and won’t eat all the cereal. I like my cereal.
Aaaand it’s time for Noelle to grow up! 🙂
She grew up as an insane social butterfly…
Iris: ”Welcome to the family, kid. You’ll fit right in.”
Noelle: ”RAWRRR! I’m not a kid, I’m a dinosaur!”
Another girl! Welcome baby Sierra.
Tate and Noelle could feel a disturbance in the force… They were not alone anymore!
Oh, that thing in the back there? That’s Summer’s little cottage. I felt that with so many kids in the main house she could do with a little peace and quiet to work on her new painting aspiration.
Noelle: ”What is it? It’s not a dinosaur, I don’t think…”
Tate: ”Well, you used to be just like it not long ago… Tiny and smelly and noisy.”
Noelle: ”I don’t like it. Can we go dinosaur hunting instead?”
Darryl made fruitcake. It was not appreciated. We’re not doing that again!
Summer tried to put on a brave face, while an oblivious Darryl read a story. It was not about dinosaurs, so Noelle was only half listening.
I’m not sure how it happened, but they seem to be a fully functional and happy family. I blame the family sims.
”Hugs all around!”
Noelle: ”W-who are you??”
Oh. Uhm. This is baby Sierra, not quite as baby-ish anymore. It seems as though the screenshots of her growing up and the subsequent make-over were eaten by
a dinosaur my computer, so uhhh… Tadaaaa!
Sierra grew up as a self-assured social butterfly, and she seems to be fitting in quite well.
Noelle is eating Tate’s cereal!
Tate is… not pleased. Now the cereal-to-milk ratio is all off!
I hate girls. Girls are stupid. All they care about are friends, and dinosaurs… and they eat my cereal… and they’re stupid. Just stupid.
Here’s a birthday that still has its’ photographic evidence intact.
I’m not entirely sure if that’s a chocolate cake, or if it’s a result of Iris’s lack of cooking skills, but here goes…
Darryl: ”Ahahha, mini wave of celebration for me!”