0.2 - Dawn of the A-Gen

Ohey! Look! It's an update! I reeeeaally didn't mean to start this blog and then abandon it after one post. I just got distracted, and then really sick. But the new trailer for the upcoming EP Get To Work has me quite excited and in a simming mood. I want to play my Disneys, but I want to catch up a little on the blog before I get TOO far ahead. 

So, UPDATE!

But first a brief recap since it's been so long. Our adorkable founder Walt Disney (Bookworm, Creative, Childish, Muser, Bestselling Author) here managed to find his soulmate on his very first day of existance, miss Molly Parsons (Genius, Creative, Neat, Quick Learner, Nerd Brain). They met, fell in love, woohooed, married and had babies--as all my sims are wont to do.

The direct result is these two little bassinets. Walt is currently snuggling Arthur Disney (Perfectionist), with his twin Anna Disney (Bookworm) hanging out in her crib.

He was on overnight baby duty while Molly got some much needed sleep.

Mama was back in the game come sunrise, though. And note, the gender neutral yellow bassinets are now gender-color-appropriate. :P

But not for long! I didn't take many pictures while they were still babies because . . . yeah. So all too soon Anna is launching herself free of the bassinet-confines.

And Arthur is soon to follow--

ARTHUR - *Micheal Jackson 'WOO!'*

Whoa, whoa, whoa! WATCH THE HAND SIR. Let's keep this SFW plz.

And here they are post make over! Anna got her father's hair and eyes and her mom's more peachy skintone. Arthur on the other hand got his mom's blond hair and blue eyes with his dad's tannish skintone. Nice mix!

The family had enough funds to expand on their windowless, featureless box! Now with a hallway and kids room and a few more chairs.

Anna was drawn to the computer, though her internet-time was strictly monitored by the ever-watchful Maximus.

Meanwhile Arthur was outside flagging down complete strangers on the street. 

. . . seems legit.

Candy-Striped Hair and Shady-Dood were Arthur's first two catches. He has the Social Butterfly childhood aspiration, which means having ALL the friends. Recent patches have relaxed some of the requirements, but it's still a hefty bill for a simmer like me who sucks at/hates maintaining social relationships.

After another hour or so Arthur had himself quite the following. One of these things is not like the other . . . go get yourself some pink, Shady-Dood.

Anna has the Artistic Prodigy aspiration, so she gets parked at the drawing table after her art research put her in an inspired mood.

Playtime supervised by mom and a plate of mac-n-cheese. Arthur had bid goodbye to his groupies to practice his charisma on the Snuggles Bear instead.

ARTHUR - So, just so's you know . . . I'm probably gonna be heir. You're okay with that, right? I mean, of course you are. Just look at me. 

ANNA - . . . I will shove this fork in your eye-socket without a twitch of remorse. 

I think someone needs some more charisma practice.

Walt broke his computer. Luckily he was able to repair it without killing himself. It's the little things, really.

MAXIMUS - Are you sure you should be poking that metal screwdriver into the circuit board while the electricity is still connected?

WALT - No clue! 

MAXIMUS - . . . why don't you let Molly do this? She actually HAS some handiness points . . . .

Yah, why DON'T you?

Because Molly was too busy loving on her babies and/or Arthur was monopolizing all the mommy-time.

After the kids went to sleep though, Molly was sure to let Walt know she appreciated his efforts. Sort of.

WALT - Um, sweetie? I can't tell if you're trying to blow a kiss or are having a seizure . . . .

So Walt had to take matters into his own hands and show her how it was done. ;)

And from there, things moved into the bedroom . . . *eyebrow waggle*

Wow, Walt. O_o I didn't know you had to work THAT hard at it . . .

WALT - This is my not-amused face. >:(

This was definitely Molly's happy face though, because she managed to get pregnant again after only one try this time.

With toilet-confetti came morning-sickness though. Poor thing. Let's hope it's easier on her this time around than it was the first.

Just a shameless excuse to show the twins' pajamas over a healthy and hardy breakfast of mac n cheese.

They clothed themselves for homework, though.

Hey look! The home-box has paint! And windows! The Disneys are moving up in the world!

Layout is still the same, we just have carpeting and wallpaper now rather than blank drywall, concrete and studs.

Walt managed to get himself promoted and helped out with the furniture deficit.

ARTHUR - Are you sure you don't want some of these fruit loops?

ANNA - If you throw that bowl of cereal at me it'll be the last thing you ever do, I swear to Plumbob.

WALT - I don't think I like your tone, Mr. Snuggles! Do you want to take this outside?!

MR. SNUGGLES - . . . .

WALT - The old silent treatment, eh?!

Walt . . . please leave the kids' toys alone and go finish a book? -_-

Arthur and Anna, despite their differences, have just become Partners in Crime. Sadly sibling friendships don't seem to count toward the aspiration anymore? Or maybe mine was glitched at the time, I dunno.

Selfie time!

ANNA - And now you have NO SOUL! Cameras suck out your soul! You're now a SOULESS HORROR!!!1!1

ARTHUR - *gasp* No, my heir votes!

ANNA - Hahahah! You should've seen your face!

ARTHUR - I will repay this betrayal at a later date, when you least expect it. Mark my words.

I actually took this picture to demonstrate the difference between my lighting mod settings--which I had just noticed weren't turned on.

Exact same moment in the game, after the mod was turned on (and tweaked slightly). SO MUCH BETTER.

The next morning Molly has breakfast with the kids. Her pouty face indicates that this pregnancy is just as hard on her as the last one was, just in different ways.

Arthur wisely left his cranky mom alone, practicing his speech on a now-sleeping Mr. Snuggles.

And Anna . . . yep, you guessed it. Still drawing away.

Arthur broke up the monotony with some boogie-time though.

Dinner time . . . and Anna is still mopy. 

WALT - This grilled cheese is delicious!

MOLLY - I can't even enjoy my yogurt. *lip wibble*

*hours later*

MOLLY - I wish I could enjoy my breakfast, but the fridge is broken and water is on the floor making my surroundings 'filthy' (by Neat sim standards) and I have an unborn fetus crushing my bladder and spine.

WALT - YES, sweetie, I heard you the first time. I'm trying to fix it right now!

Please don't kill yourself, Walt . . . -_-

MOLLY - And now there's a pile of junk on the floor!

WALT - Just a minute!

And finally . . . 

MOLLY - Yay! There's nothing like enjoying a nice breakfast in a spotless kitchen!

WALT - *collapses somewhere off screen*

Molly went to work, letting Walt relax for the first time in what felt like forever for the poor over-worked loving hubby.

ARTHUR - Dad, don't take this the wrong way but . . . is that a gray hair?

WALT - Please, son. Please don't ever say that out-loud ever again.

It was the weekend so after Walt went to work I sent the kids to the park. Arthur needed to meet and befriend 3 kids and Anna needed to see the outside of her bedroom and art table.

One of Molly's former house-mates was asked to fill in for the sea-monster. Her expression kinda tells me that she's getting into it just a little too much . . . .

This is still one of my favorite new interactions. The faces . . . I die every time.

Arthur started calling over kids as they appeared and introducing himself so he could invite them over later and lock them in the basement until they all loved him--- I-I mean . . . so he could make friends. Yah. That.

It took a little while but little kids finally started showing up. Even a little girl! Potential spouse material? I think so, even though she kinda reminds me of Sandi French and that sim really creeped me out in TS3 . . . lol.

Nonetheless, Rainbow Unicorn and Stripes were more than happy to come home with Arthur that afternoon/evening. (I can't remember their real names anymore . . . it's been a while since I last played.)

No matter what poor Arthur tried to do though, Stripes was having none of it. Every single interaction resulted in a negative hit.

STRIPES - Don't force me to conform to your fascist rules!

ARTHUR - Are you serious? Who doesn't like reading books?

STRIPES - I bet that's communist propoganda!

ARTHUR - Um, my DAD wrote this one . . . it's about a boy who finds a magic lamp . . . .
 

PLAID-HAT - Hey, s'up? Did I miss the party?

No party here, but I do enjoy your super-chill attitude. Anna might have to look you up later in life. ;)

The kids got sent home eventually, and overnight Molly decided to go into labor.

MOLLY - Walt!

WALT - *snore*

MOLLY - . . . why do I even bother?

Since I'm waiting for the moodlet/timer to run out on its own rather than clicking a bassinet, Molly decided to pass her 2nd one like she did the first . . . with a nap.

And in the pre-dawn, it was time to welcome the third and last member of the A Generation.

Monkey-Onesie! It's a boy! Everybody say hello to Archimedes Disney! He rolled the Cheerful trait and the Rambunctious Scamp childhood aspiration.

Archie is named for yet another Sword-In-the Stone character, the cranky avian who was an owl-meme before they were cool.

Come morning, the rest of the family became aware of the newest member in their midst.

ANNA - . . . nope, I don't like it.

Oh, don't be that way Anna. You'll love your little brother eventually, just give him a chance!

ARTHUR - . . . nope, I don't like it.

What--seriously?! -_-* Both of them grabbed a bowl of cereal and rather than sit at the table to eat they stood over Archie's crib and stared creepily.

Not wanting to associate with cranky Stripes, I had Arthur call over the only other kid he'd met at the park. Alexander Goth. As soon as he showed up on the lot, this happens.

-_- Thanks a lot, Alex.

ARTHUR - Sorry man, we're not taking callers right now.

ALEX - But . . . you called ME to come over . . . .

ARTHUR - Well that's before you aged up into a pimply, hormonal teen and became ineligible to count toward my aspiration at all. So . . . yeah. Hit the curb, son.

ALEX - Aw, maaaan. :c

So . . . it was back to Stripes.

ARTHUR - Hey! How ya feelin' today?

STRIPES - Discriminated and oppressed. You?

ARTHUR - Uh . . .

Luckily all those practice talks with Mr. Snuggles were paying off, though. Arthur was able to cheer up Stripes with some jokes and eventually managed to bag him as a friend. Child friends complete! Now to finish out the adults.

ANNA - I swear to plumbobs Arthur if you finish your aspiration before me and steal heirship I will MURDER YOU. With PREJUDICE. And FIRE.

ARTHUR - Well that's just rude! 

Her face, though, lol.

Despite his sister's threats Arthur called over a few adults to continue the schmooze train.

Yeah, he's got a thing for the ladies . . . I don't even have an excuse for it. He's a little mite-sized playa.

Inside, Molly was building her handiness skill by repairing/upgrading all the house's plumbing. Her Nerd Brain requires it.

Walt was busy being absolutely precious with his youngest. 

WALT - I like them at this age, when they can't talk back or tell me I've got a receding hairline . . . can he stay like this forever? Please?

NOPE!

Sorry Walt, the sim-clock is ticking ever onward and Archie launches himself out of the bassinet with a sparkling fanfare.

ARCHIE - . . . ladies.

O_o . . . I hate the word 'swag' but I mean . . . c'mon . . . this kid's got it.

#swag

His parents went to work and his siblings to school, so Archie went out to the park to spend his day. Almost immediately he zeroed in on this teen cutie.

ARCHIE - Why hello there, beautiful. What brings you to the park today?

PIXIE-CUT - Hey, nice to meet you kid!

OLD-PEDO-STACHE - Mmmmm . . . .

OLD-PEDO-STACHE - Hiyeeeeee. I bet you want to come home with me and see my candy collection . . .

PIXIE-CUT - Uh . . . no?

ARCHIE - Seriously, dude?

The old creeper wouldn't go away, so Archie moved on to the jungle-gym to get started on his motor skill.

ARCHIE - I literally can't contain all of my awesome. It's overwhelming . . . .

-_- I want to argue . . . I really do . . . .

ARCHIE - First day on the monkey bars? Already crossing them like a straight bawse? You betcha!

RED-HOODIE - Meh, that's not so hard! I can do that too, watch!

RED-HOODIE - OH SHI----!

ARCHIE - Don't hate the playa, hate the game.

OMFG that poor kid's face . . . . I'm cracking up even now.

Back home Archie took advantage of the family's new computer, using a typing program to continue his motor-skill-building.

ARCHIE - Sure, 'typing program' . . . if that's what you call SIM-chat and PlaygroundSingles.com . . . .

It was actually a skill-building marathon in the Disney home. Anna is still very much hard at work on her creativity.

Molly still working out all the kinks in the plumbing.

And now that Arthur has officially completed his Social Butterfly aspiration, he's decided to take up chess like his mom.

ARTHUR - I'm so awesome . . .

So's your parents! Paychecks and book royalties have allowed for another home expansion! We now have the boys sleeping in the same room together and Anna sleeping in her own room, as well as a 2nd en suite bathroom, a bigger dining room table and a new TV and couch.

ARCHIE - I'm sorry, did someone say something about being awesome? Because . . . I think I win that contest.

Why's that?

ARCHIE - Bumble-Bee t-shirt. I win.

. . . dangit.

Well that's it folks! Sorry for the huge delay, hopefully the next won't take so long to get out. Here's hoping I can get this cold/respiratory infection and my hyperglycemia under control. Cause if I feel better, I'll have way more energy to actually play and update . . . . Fingers crossed!

Until then, happy simming! :)