When William wandered by, I called to him, “Come on in, the water’s fine!”
“Um,” he said. “I’m sure you’re really angry at me, but–“
“Hush now,” I replied. “Here’s where you make it up to me.”
“Yes, ma’am!” he replied!
And he did.
One of these days I’m going to really kick his butt.
After that, it was back to feed the baby.
William decided to keep Franklin company on his first night in a big boy bed. Awww.
OK, maybe not so cute now.
I love how he just shook the pee off his ankle and wandered off as if nothing happened. Way to be classy.
Right to bed with me. How nice.
Franklin’s such a conscientious kid. It’s good to have someone to help clean up, rather than just someone who LEAVES HIS BOTTLES OF BLOOD EVERYWHERE.
Then, when we were all least prepared, it happened.
Mum was, I think 107. We knew she was on borrowed time. But that didn’t make me any more ready to see her go.
She seemed to take everything in stride. I’m sure that the Netherworld will just be another adventure for her.
Somehow it seems appropriate that Grim couldn’t even reach her across a level floor with no obstructions.
So she just left him there, complaining on the landing, and walked off into the next world.
That left the rest of us behind. Mama was, of course, devastated. I don’t think she really could believed it had happened.
Bungle slammed the door on William, and both of us missed our chance to see her go. I have no regrets, though. She and I patched up our teenage feuds a long time ago.
Poor Franklin. I’m sorry he had to go through it.
I don’t think I’m speaking to Bungle right now.
At least Gideon and Helen are too young to know what happened, though now they won’t get to know their Grandmum.
Nova slept through the whole thing, but at least she dreamed of Mum.
And hey, I’m feeling sick again. I don’t think I need to guess what this is.
William and I buried ourselves in our work to get through our grief.
Hey, I think I found a potion for morning sickness!
And of course we treasured our children.
Franklin was so lost in thought about his Grandmum that he didn’t make it home from school one day.
Instead, he went back to his classroom to play games by himself.
I think he just needed the alone time.
I took a few more cases and used public bathrooms for my office.
Get a load of this client! Not bad!
With Mum gone, William and Mama worked a lot harder at being civil to each other.
Gideon continued to make noise.
Franklin went on a field trip to the science center.
Where he tried to work up the nerve to talk to a girl from his class.
And almost managed it.
But she headed home on her bike instead.
He was pretty choked up about it.
By the time Helen’s birthday rolled around, I think we were doing a lot better.
Wait! Where’d she go?
Oh, there she is!
My little girl.
I got out and took a long walk one evening to meet with a client.
Who asked me to go all the way back home and collect dirt — literally — on the family in the house next door.
About the time I reported back to her, it was really time!
So I made the trek back to the hospital by myself.
I have to give it to William, though — he learned his lesson. He came racing in like an undead, bloodsucking Superman. Faster than a speeding bullet!
And guess who was on duty to help me bring our fourth child into the world!
I think maybe I’m going to call our family done now.
Children: 8 + 1 = 9
Deaths: 0 + 1 = 1 (but it’s not untimely)
Self-peeing: 10 + 1 = 11
I let Allison live out her very long life without giving her any trouble, just because she was Allison, but everyone seems to be way outliving their lifespans now. I’ve changed some StoryProgression settings to make the chance of death a lot more likely after a sim reaches the end of her lifespan.
I’m going with the one-child-per-letter convention, and I turned out to be really hard. If she were male, I’d’ve gone for Ivan. I’ve renamed her several times, but I think I’m going with Irene. It’s sort-of Ire in Wonderland, pronounced a little funny. I also just like the name Irene :).
Helen just aged up to child in gameplay, so I’m actually getting pretty close to being caught up!