Admin note: I spent the better half of the day installing a new WordPress theme and fiddling about with it.
I’ve been working with more modern themes with some other blogs, and they’re a vast improvement over the old, shabby, hand-written thing I was using before. But it could still be a bumpy transition. If you notice anything broken or really weird, please let me know!
The theme of this generation is: Baby Making. We jumped right into it, as moments after I started the game, Xolotl went into labor.
The current boyfriend, Gerald Anders (a police officer) took a decidedly “50′s Dad” approach. He waited it out in the living room. The father of this batch of babies (Abel Bodey) was long since gone.
Xolotl gave birth to twin girls! That Fertility Treatment reward is really paying off. I named them Yasmin Bodey Alphabetti and Yancy Bodey Alphabetti.
After giving birth, Xolotl had a quick snack, then got down to business with Officer Anders.
The life of a single mother is difficult. And I wasn’t about to move in one of her boyfriends. That’s just asking for trouble.
Instead, I decided to take full advantage of the babysitter. You can phone one up any time, although I’m still working out the rules for when she’ll stay, and for how long, and why.
At any rate, Willow Childers has become quite a fixture around the house.
(You might notice all the white. I decided to go for a classic mid-90s Shabby Chic decor theme for a little while.)
For Yancy’s birthday, I actually held a party. Poor thing grew up stinky. (And she has her mama’s hair!)
At the party, Xolotl spotted a handsome guy, Vincent Holland, who showed up at random. Who could resist a beret like that?
Which probably made it extra-mortifying when she peed her pants right in front of everyone.
After the birthday, I re-thought my design choices. Last week I was yearning for the early 2000s, when “irrational exuberance” was the order of the day, and Dot Com titans roamed the Earth.
I’m particularly pleased of the confluence in this corner.
Exposed brickwork, honey-colored hardwood floors (probably Pergo), a bamboo rug, angular furniture in coral and Bondi Blue, and then something else in sleek “European-style” black and white.
Just look at it! Ross and Rachael could parade through at any minute!
Although pregnant with Officer Anders’ progeny, Xolotl started laying the groundwork with Vincent Holland.
But then this happened, and I got kinda grossed out.
Here’s a view from the other side.
Luckily, neither of them seemed to mind. They separated without incident. Phew!
Vincent Holland spent the night. So… those shorts happened.
I don’t know, man. I mean, it’s a look, that’s for sure.
Things were starting to get a little claustrophobic, in my opinion.
I also started losing track of which was which, and when, and why. I confess to having aged up the babies quickly. Wouldn’t you?
I think this is Yancy Bodey and Yowie Anders. But I can’t swear to it.
This… okay, I have no idea. I think it was Yarrow Anders who accidentally got left upstairs in a room and forgotten.
No call from the Social Worker, though.
Actually I haven’t seen a Social Worker since Sims 2. Sims are much better at caring for babies in Sims 3. I think in order to have the kids repossessed, I would actually have to prevent the adults from caring for the babies. And I just don’t have the heart.
Frankly, I was going to stop at four babies for one single mother. But then Xolotl had a wish (a crazy wish!) to “Have A Baby.” So I phoned the babysitter and invited Vincent over.
Kinda hard to get in the mood with four wailing toddlers outside the bedroom door. But since when has that stopped her?
(2000s interior design be damned, there was no way I was going to get rid of the awesome chrome bed!)
Thankfully, the twin girls eventually grew up into children. Children can at least take care of their own needs. And if sometimes that means it’s birthday cake for breakfast, OH WELL.
Out of the four children, three take after their mother. Only one, Yasmin, takes after her father.
Then it was time for the boys to grow up. Yowie looks so sporty!
I do wish I had done something about Xolotl’s roots before she started having kids.
It’s one thing to be a boy with pink hair. But a boy with pink hair and violet roots? Wow.