Yuletide Cheer

GENERATION 1

CURRENT AMOUNT OF KIDS: 9

     There's no better way to spend time with the family than to buy their love make a nice banquet on Snowflake Day. With at least eleven people to serve food to, the leftovers will last us well until next spring.

    So begins yet another mother-daughter bonding session that'll last approximately one Sim hour. It was a pretty awkward one, as Angeline was preparing some epic organic grilled salmon (for everybody not named Emma) while listing to the writing tab cast for tips on how to make big bucks, while Heather was making a crappy autumn salad and didn't get a single Simoleon.

  After heading off to sleep, the first thing Angie did was set up a feast party at her place. Yeah, we didn't get the chance to do it on Spooky Day, and our older kids' gifts included "getting the hell out of Mom's cramped house".

   We need some form of non-cold weather related entertainment, too:

Which now means she can't electrocute herself out of her misery when the grandkids come. Sigh.

  
     Mandatory cute kitten picture!

    Heather decided to give baking a shot, thankfully blessing the party with some cinnamon rolls (which made me sad since it reminded me that the only Cinnabon in my town has been closed for a year).

You'll always just be second best, homemades rolls.

    And Ian officially has the best kid's weekend off ever: all this food and a birthday?

They grow up so fast.

    Meanwhile, Gwen decides to show off her arty, edgy side by spontaneously making a snow angel. With no outerwear on.

  

   Thankfully, the party has officially started! The first kid to show up was --

.   .   .

I'VERAISEDTHISGUYSINCEHWASABABYWHATTHEHELLISWRONGWITHMEeeahem.

 The next guest on our list would be Aaron, who blessed the family with bills we can't afford. Thanks, son. We have the sell the creepy doll now.

  Meanwhile, Danny and his girlfriend Jeanette Hauser dropped in with a nice chocolate pie.
His neutral expression is sort of suspicious, though . . .

I wonder if he's seen The Help?

   Shortly following the two lovebirds are Fiona and Chris, who seems to be flashing his the crazy eyes, pre-Sims 4.
   

The way he has his head cocked to the side reminds me of an owl.

  With that, let the feast begin! Autumn salad, cheesy bread, chocolate pie, cinnamon rolls, French toast, grilled salmon, goopy carbonara . . . besides being in ABC order, they were all delicious!

When you least expect it, the Sims really do simulate reality.

   And a mere two hours later of eating and chatting, everyone gets up and leaves in an organized manner. No, seriously. First Aaron . . . 

.  .  . then Brad . . . 

. . . to which this panda will helpfully demonstrate my reaction . . .

. . . and then Fiona and Chris with Dan n' Jean following closely behind. D&J weren't too impressed with the festivies, so no screenie for them.

  Thankfully, we have enough rations for the heavy snowfall.

Up yours, lovebirds.

  With the party now over and done with, the kids leave Mom to do the cleaning and go about honing their skills for life's inevitable challenges.

And Angie managed to achieve something I know I never will. ;-)