Brad's Birthday

     Oh, Sim children. They grow up so fast, don't they? It seems like just yesterday that Brad was just learning how to walk, talk and go potty . . . and before that, he was helpless and in diapers. But this is no time to be introspective -- it's time to partaay!!

     Cedrick was kind enough to bring hamburgers over to accompany the cake and salad. What a considerate guy!

We'll just ignore the lack of a cover.

     No one just can't have a true party without some scouting and flirting, right? Angeline's on the men already! Baby #4 can't hold out for much longer . . . and John Doe seems to get that message loud and clear.

      John even took the time to help Cedrick fend off Lucien from making moves on our heroine! Buuut it's starting to get a little too intense for her, so let's blow out the candles for Bradley before fists start flying.

I love how blissfully unaware Sarah is of the situation.

    Unfortunately, John and Lucien starting arguing, but fortunately, they didn't bring it to the dining room. I actually love this shot!

     Aaand here's Brad all grown up! I actually really like his new everyday clothes, so I'm not going to change them (only his shoes). The random clothes were smart for once! Look at him go:

DAT STRUT THO

     I have no real reason for posting this; I just like it:

"How the earl grey, Mr. Manson?"

    Anyway, there's not much to say: people danced, drank tea, ate cake and watched TV. The party was a modest success; I agree, the only way to make it awesome is to invite a guy to stay over --

    Well, then. Aaron and Brad are too sucked in by the TV to notice their mom sucking face, so they stayed the majority of the night downstairs.

"I'm sorry, I can't hear you over the sound of my awesomeness."

     Before we can use Cedrick, though, our final wish is used:

   WooHooing happened shortly afterward.

"I won't judge if you like it with a top hat on."

    Cedrick used his post-WooHoo energy rush on the snowman, too. 

    After his hormonal rage ended, he swiftly headed home. The next day was not anything particularly special; the same old boring Snowflake Day notification popped up, as did --

    FINALLY.