Final Fling

    GENERATION 1

CURRENT AMOUNT OF KIDS: 8

    Like any typical wannabe scientist, Fiona has totally thrown herself into the incredible world of looking at random rocks and plants! Too bad she still sucks at it.

      I feel bad; she's been doing these kinds of experiments forever and has epically failed every single time. So I bought her a skeleton, who was clearly not in mood for this analytical crap:

     Meanwhile, Angeline kept on writing her book . . . 

    Gwen kept honing her inner Picasso . . . 

    Emma got yet another belt . . . 

Miraculously, with no stink clouds.

      Aaaand Angie finally got pregnant with Baby No. 9:

      To celebrate, she proceed to sit down for a good six hours straight and finished her book.

It was on top of the charts in 1 country for 1 week.

     Since she's an adult on the verge of elder hood pregnant with her ninth child, it's only natural she uses it for her new drama book.

    Christopher was also nice enough to work hard in order to age up to young adulthood! Thanks, son!

   

   Also, his genetics are kind of "meh". Serious meh-netics at work.

    He generously paid part of the bills and promptly left home. I'd miss him already if we didn't have another kid on the way.

    At this rate, this would've been a filportant chapter with watching the kids trying to skill up in ways that were slower than a computer with dial-up, but I decided to cut to the the chase and show Angie's final fling in its glory.

     In true multitasking fashion, Heather hones her mad Easy Bake skillz to feed her hoard of siblings. She's going to be there for quite a while . . .

    Anyway, here's our Number 9: a bouncing baby boy!

Big Bang

  GENERATION 1

CURRENT AMOUNT OF KIDS: 8

     Like any recent alien abductee, Angeline immediately wants to forget all the probing and experimentation recently done to her various dental cavities, so she heads inside to deal with toddler madness. She's still a little out of it, though . . .

"Please tell me that's raindrops."

      Meanwhile, Danny tried to give the vegetarian lifestyle a shot, but it didn't pan out well.

"Emma, why are half your pictures about you eating?"

     The bills showed up later in the day, but before I could pay it in full, Danny boy rolled in some good cash, leading to the quickest money rebound ever.
   

    If only we could recoup money that fast IRL. Or potty train toddlers in a day:

    Even though Heather's toddler training is officially done, we can't quite age her up yet -- having one twin being older than the other by an entire life stage would be hard to explain to the neighbors. (Not that having as many kids as Sim-anly possible is any easier.)

    Nevermind that! We have a training crunch to do!

    And this generation's last double birthday, too.

    To honor both of her little girls, Angie immediately throws herself into working on her book, which, unsurprisingly, ended up being a hit.

"You complete me."

    As a reward, I bought her Super Green Thumb, and she started on her newest drama book.

    After writing away for a few hours and getting some cash . . . 

 
   Angeline got a very special wish.

How could I deny her that?

    After taking a well deserved shower and gussying up, Angie called Karl Simon, the guy that ran away 2 sim hours into their date:

   Miraculously, he stayed this time, but their "date" felt a little awkward somehow.

   Then it hit me: His face. It's like he knew what was going down the second he stepped foot on the porch.

Can't you just smell the fear? 

"Again."

  The good news is that we won't need him around anymore -- our last jingle played.

FEAR IT.

Getting Old

  GENERATION 1

CURRENT AMOUNT OF KIDS: 8

       Angeline isn't going to lie -- she's excited to get some action for perhaps one last time! This guy, Todd Landgraab, seems like a rich  nice enough man. Let's hope there's some last minute fireworks, guys.

      The meeting starts off great, with Angeline's Observant lifetime reward helping out a lot. Bye, tedious conversations!

      And then he vanishes into thin air for a good three seconds and returns as an old man. No joke.

It's like he's a reverse phoenix.

     Angie wants a new fridge to compensate for her lost time. Fair enough.

     Chris is even nice enough to cook for his mom to cheer her up! Thanks, kiddo -- I'll make your life a little easier too!

Well, OK, it'll make everyone's life a little easier.

 

     The next morning shows some promise in the field of educating and nurturing children. Chris fixed the boiler at school for some better grades and cash, and Danny and Emma stay out of Angie's hair for a little while longer:

    I think I know who Angie seems to prefer out of her twin girls:

     Really, within the span of two Sim hours, Angeline rolled wants related only related to Heather -- teaching her to walk, talk, go potty, and growing up well. As for Gwen?

Fighting consciousness by playing with her werewolf, Claws.

       After putting Gwen in her crib and Heather in a playpen, Angie pulled out her laptop and wrote until her bladder was really full fingers fell off -- 

     Huh?

FINALLY.

     Heather is clearly destined to grow up as a genius Sim:

"First my playpen, then the WORLD."

    Anyway, time to age up our Baby No. 2 and boot him out, like any good parent.

.      .     . 

        If only there was a modeling career in Sims 3. Alas, another bird flies the coop, out into the scary area of real life . . .  Angeline still has six other chicks to feed, though. How about some sushi prepared by a first-timer?

Thankfully the poisoning was minimal.

        Oh, yeah, Gwen learned how to make her mom's life a little easier.

       Brad isn't the only one getting old, either. Time for another makeover, this time a more hairy one. Do I spy some greys?

    Before our aging herione goes ape-poop over some crows' feet, she got abducted by aliens that DIDN'T IMPREGNATE HER  INCONSIDERATE JERKS.

       (Also today's my 20th birthday. Getting old, myself.)