Sure hope Josephine’s parents taught her never to open the door to strangers…

Bah. Game crashed, Hewitt save corrupted, so starting over. We have the technology; we can rebuild them. 

Like father, like daughter. Bonehilda, as usual, is of no help.   

Deborah does ever-so-slightly better in the picture department. Maybe it’s because she got an Imaginary Friend, Peanut, and her sister didn’t?

Deborah: Peanut, want to actually sit down or something?

Peanut: Nope, I’m good. Standing behind you, watching you. Allllways watching you….

Deborah: :sigh:

Heather made it to teen, despite lack of photographic documentation. Her LTW is to max out three skills. First up: writing. 

Third picture was a surprise - Tarik Burb, story progression second child of John and Jennifer (and no, no idea why he’s blond; throwback to Grandma Tiffany, maybe?) called Heather, asking for a date. 

Heather: Look, I’m flattered that you want to date me, but I’m a teen and you’re a young adult. The timing isn’t right.

Heather: Ok, Mom, let me get this straight. You have a camera. You’re maxed on your painting skill, and you still don’t have pictures of me plastered everywhere?

Jacqueline: Umm…

Group hug?

Deborah gets desperate enough to hit up Voohan for a bedtime story, since her parents are busy, big sister is snoozing and Bonehilda has lost all interest in anyone over the age of toddler. 

Unfortunately, Voohan is more interested in that stunning new gate. Exhausted children pale in comparison to ironwork. 

Deborah: Forget it, I’ll go put myself to bed. Again. 

Matthew and Jacqueline are probably my favorite Sims I’ve created from scratch; I’ve had them in S2, now in S3. One would think I’d remember to take pictures of their kids now and again, but this version, I’ve been remarkably remiss. 

Heather, top, sneaks onto Jacqueline’s laptop to practice writing,  (okay, probably playing computer games, but her goal is to max out 3 skills, so she could be practicing) while Deborah (bottom) is addicted to the dressup box. She’s about 50/50 on choosing prince or princess, but leave her alone for a second and she’ll be presiding over the royal court forever. 

Jacqueline takes one step closer to reaching artistic genius. 

Matthew: How’s the art therapy coming along? Helping you get over that alien abduction thing? 

Jacqueline: Grrr. It’s not art therapy.  

Matthew: Hey, would you look at that. Did you know we had kids? 

Jacqueline: :sigh: