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Post by NotJustaBook on Nov 24, 2013 17:05:19 GMT -5
2.7. Have All the BabiesWe were all involved in training our little bundle of joy in the time to come. His daddy taught him to walk, and both Mum and I taught him to talk and potty trained him. Oh yes, at least for now, all eyes were on baby Hector. For now. I was starting to feel... a bit ill. And I think we all know what that meant. Nothing much happened, other than Hector being trained and doted upon for that period, so let's just fill the gap with cute pictures of my baby boy: Really, he was... adorable. I don't think he understood me, but while snapping all these photos, I told him that I was going to keep all these pictures and one day show them to all his girlfriends. He looked at me quite funny. I was more composed when I went into labour this time, even though Mum, “trained medical professional” that she is, freaked out. You'd think she'd handle it better, but who am I to argue. (Well, fair enough, she was right about Aëy's baby – she had a boy, Jedediah, shortly after I had Hector, but don't tell her I know she was right). My next baby wasn't a boy, but a girl. Penelope. While I was pregnant with her and busy tending Hector, I had nonetheless had time to work on my job. And shortly after Penelope's birth, I was told to come to City Hall to pick up a trophy for inventing ten widgets: Even though it was very far back by now, I couldn't help but smile and think back on graduation and my disastrous teenage years – not so mediocre now, huh? All that was, of course, quite quickly forgotten because Penelope and Hector needed my attention. With kids this cute, why not have some more? No, really, I mean it. Indeed, I was pregnant again, and you can imagine that Mum didn't sit still anymore, she was so excited. Three grandchildren for her already, and three times backaches and morning sickness for me. And for the two older kids, time was moving rapidly, too. Penelope was a toddler now, and Hector had grown up to a cute young boy. [Author’s note: Time for some more naming fun, yay! Penelope: In Greek mythology, the wife of Odysseus who waited faithfully for him the twenty years he was away. While he was gone, she was courted by plenty of men who wanted to marry her to become king – she kept waiting for her husband. To keep them at bay, she said she’d choose one of them to marry after she had finished weaving a burial shroud for Odysseus’ father – in reality she unwound all the work she’d done during the day at night… Clever lady.] Modify message
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Post by NotJustaBook on Nov 24, 2013 17:13:07 GMT -5
So we're both anti-shipping Junior now. That's fairly awesome. Yes, Passie is glorious and I'll be sad when we move beyond her time and the subsequent generations take over. Pretty much, yeah XD At least I admit he's a fairly boring character compared to the later spouses - but that might be my writing improving over time (actually, I hope so). I'm fairly far ahead by now and I was sad to see her go, too. She is the first heir after all, even if the next one is lovely as well.
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Post by PeregrineTook on Nov 24, 2013 17:21:25 GMT -5
Penelope is adorable...but not a redhead ;=)
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Post by NotJustaBook on Nov 24, 2013 17:34:35 GMT -5
Ha, no, I'm afraid you'll find a sad lack of ginger ladies from now on and at least for a while The gods of sims genetics did not wish it to be so.
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Post by PeregrineTook on Nov 24, 2013 17:53:29 GMT -5
That is totally unacceptable!
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Post by Jane.Eyre.Force on Nov 25, 2013 7:09:34 GMT -5
I probably laughed a lot harder than I should have at the 'Junior Jr.' naming suggestion.
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Post by NotJustaBook on Nov 25, 2013 8:41:41 GMT -5
I probably laughed a lot harder than I should have at the 'Junior Jr.' naming suggestion. I am glad you laughed. It tells me we share a fondness for terrible jokes. We are kindred spirits.
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Post by NotJustaBook on Nov 26, 2013 4:01:25 GMT -5
2.8. One Big, Happy Family
Gratuitous toddler pictures! Just a little bit… With the next baby on the way, the house was getting crowded, but I didn’t really mind. We were more people than even when dad was alive, and I saw Mum getting kind of misty eyed thinking about it. “He would have been so happy to see this,” she said, looking at both her grandchildren and me and Junior. And dad definitely would have loved it with Hector around. He wasn’t as cowardly as Ariadne, but he came running to us and swore that there were monsters under the bed and refused to sleep in it for some time. I believed him, of course, though my mother and Junior told him there was nothing to worry about – such things don’t exist. “They’re lying,” I told him. “I met a mummy once… it wasn’t under a bed, though.” Hector’s eyes were big as I told him the story of my adventure into the tomb. I let mum and Junior roll their eyes as much as they liked – adventurers knew what it was all about. How could they know? Perhaps Hector wasn’t exactly an adventurer, but he did tell me that he intended to be a detective one day. I even heard him interrogating his father. “Excuse me, sir,” he said. “Have you experienced any suspicious behaviour around here?” “Well… I did lose my beach ball. And I think your mother swallowed it.” “I HEARD THAT.” Our little kitty grew into a big kitty soon, and turned out to be quite the handsome cat, and it wasn’t too long after that the next baby Ithaca appeared. Well… babies. Two little girls, twins, Kleio and Thalia. With these, things soon sped up – days just flew by and before we knew it, the two of them were toddlers. Kleio was a little genius, and excitable, too. Mum was the one who recommended we colour code their clothing, like she had with the three of us, and Kleio we dressed in orange. Thalia was dressed in hot pink, and while a bit neurotic, we found she had the kindest heart of all the children. Even though she was young, she always did her hardest to cheer anyone up when they were sad. With four children on our hands, things were suddenly a blur of birthdays and homework and potty training. Somewhere along the way, though, I’d just stopped being nervous. I could deal. At least we weren’t two people in a shack with triplets. Mum assured me that I had no reason to envy her that at all. Author’s note: Namey fun!
Kleio (in English usually Clio): One of the nine muses, the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne. Kleio is the muse of history.
Thalia: Another of the muses, she’s the muse of comedy and idyllic poetry.
If I hated myself, it would be fun to have a sim have nine kids named after all the muses but ha ha ha, no.
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Post by PeregrineTook on Nov 26, 2013 8:17:50 GMT -5
It's early for heir-picking for this generation (and yes, I realize you're actually rather ahead of this story point, but this is where I am thus far), but I'm leaning towards Thalia. If I can't have a redheaded heiress like Passie, at least I can have the compassionate comedian. Incidentally, I enjoyed Junior's beach ball line. First time I've really approved of him.
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Post by NotJustaBook on Nov 27, 2013 17:45:11 GMT -5
2.9. Too Many BirthdaysIn those days, everything and nothing happened all at once. We all helped each other to teach the girls to make sure that they would learn all their vital skills. Mum seemed especially eager, and one night confided that she blamed herself that I’d had a hard time as a kid. “That’s just silly,” I told her and she shot me an insecure smile. But she still worked hard with the girls, teaching them and caring for them as much as she could. Hector, too, took his share of the burden. A bottle here and there or a game of peek-a-boo was something that just seemed to please him. He assured me he didn’t mind – and we all knew he had a soft spot for all his little sisters. First in a whole line of birthdays was Penelope’s. She grew up into a gorgeous kid, with a slightly unfortunate tendency to “end up with” other people’s belongings in her pockets. We weren’t really sure what to do about that when we found out… Even if she tried to appease us by promising that she’d always give them back. Hector and Junior’s birthdays came shortly after. Junior didn’t change much, even though he did complain about his wrinkles until we had him sent to therapy – midlife crisis averted. And he promised that didn’t really mean it when he talked about getting a very expensive car. Hector turned out to be quite the handsome boy. He was both brave and much too fond of the couch – and he was perceptive and a natural in the kitchen. If you think the birthdays were over, you’re wrong. Our dear old doggie was starting to look grey, but was still a kind hearted old dog – with an adventurous streak he’d only developed in the last couple of years. And finally… In between inventing and tending to four kids, I had my birthday as well. A mature and responsible adult at last. … well, mostly.
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Post by PeregrineTook on Nov 27, 2013 19:31:00 GMT -5
Aww, Passie is still in touch with her inner child. That's just lovely! I enjoy the subtle commentary on the kleptomaniac trait. Penelope will make the household so much wealthier ;=)
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Post by Jane.Eyre.Force on Dec 3, 2013 4:22:21 GMT -5
I'm really interested to see more of Penelople. I really like Sims who posses the kleptomaniac trait, they are always so fun!
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Post by NotJustaBook on Dec 12, 2013 6:36:54 GMT -5
2.10. And Then There Was One The birthdays weren’t over. Kleio grew up, turning out to have quite the fondness for the supernatural. I didn’t complain – Hector had grown out of his belief in my mummy encounter and these days rolled his eyes like everyone – now I had Kleio to cheer me on. We bought her an alchemy station as well, since she says she wants to learn it. I told her to wait until her teen years, and though she didn’t seem too happy with it, she agreed to wait. Thalia, of course, had her birthday as well, and she developed a fondness for fishing. This was a completely new thing in the family. None of us had ever really thought about that. Poor Thalia, with her neurotic nature, unfortunately wasn’t the one to talk to about mummies. Kleio had a fondness for telling her about witches and werewolves, but that didn’t exactly please her. The two of them didn’t get along too well, but Kleio and Penelope of all, really hit it off. Penelope even agreed to help test the potions Kleio fabricated at her chemistry table. I don’t exactly know how she convinced her father that chemistry was okay even though alchemy was off limits, but by the time I found out she had already turned her sister into a ghost for a couple of hours. When I freaked, Junior kindly reminded me of all the times I’d set myself on fire during my inventing. I almost kicked him out of the house. At least, I said, he would have to sleep on the couch for the next week if anything happened to any of my children. As it turns out, nothing did happen. Nothing that they didn’t want themselves, that is. The house was getting crowded and we didn’t have time to help them all with their homework. And that’s why, when we were talking about school, Thalia quickly said she’d love to go off to boarding school. And she was off the very next day, to the art academy. Penelope came shortly after, asking to go as well, but to the sports academy. “I want to work on my athletics,” she told, and, it seemed, especially directed at Kleio. “I’m not very good in school at all. It’s not my thing, and at the sports academy, I can do exactly what I’ve always wanted to do – play sports, run, work out. It’ll be really great… I’m sorry Kleio.” “No, it’s good. You’re happy. I know you don’t like school much… you’re not like me…” When they hugged and said goodbye, it was all I could do to not burst out crying. Kleio didn’t, though. She remained composed. We asked Hector if he, too, wanted to go, but he said no. Mum was teaching him to drive, he was doing well enough, and he had no reason to go for now. Or well… he changed his mind… Mum suddenly left us. Died. I didn’t want to say it that way. It was so final but then… it was final. My mother died, and in a sudden flash of pain I realised that I didn’t have any of my parents anymore. Dead. I was never good with emotions. I’m not sure I ever told Junior I loved him. I couldn’t. And I never told Mum either. It’s more like me to buy a dog to cheer someone up than to give them a hug. But that night, after Mum died, Junior was holding me and I cried and I said it. That I loved him, and that I had loved Mum and I should have told her. “She knew.” “I’ll miss her so much… I loved Dad, too, but she was the one who was there. He’s been gone so long, I can hardly remember…” “Well, they’re together now.” “He’s been waiting for her all this time, and now they’re together…” “I just know it.” Hector finally had a reason to go. Mum was the one who’d been teaching him to drive, they’d been so close. Persephone and her first grandchild. “I just… need things out of my system,” he said. “Military school seems better than just going about everyday like nothing happened.” And so, he went. We asked Kleio if she wanted to go as well, but she was stubborn: “I’m staying. If I go to some boarding school, they won’t let me continue my chemistry. I just know they won’t.” And then, there was one. Author's note: ... hi? Um, yeah, I disappeared. The past two weeks I've been with my parents, working on that paper I've been blabbering so much about. I was going to stay in my own place but I realised that I was doing lousy so I went to be with people who could like feed me. It also means I've been away from my game and haven't had much energy for uploading these chapters but I swear I'm not completely gone and I'm coming back and stuff!
Ohgodpleasesayyoudon'thateme... *cough* I'm back yay and that paper's done so time for some fuuun
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Post by Jane.Eyre.Force on Dec 13, 2013 3:49:10 GMT -5
Oh, such an emotional chapter! ;'( Wonderfully written as always~
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Post by PeregrineTook on Dec 13, 2013 7:49:44 GMT -5
So glad to have another chapter! I love that the mummy obsession is still going. I'm hoping Kleio will use that supernatural fan trait to go in pursuit of mommy's mummy. That would be pretty cool!
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