
Long time no update. Been a really rough summer but things are looking up.
So, on with the sim show...
Chaotic to play, as I recall, but 100% kidnapping free!

The family packed up one more time and moved house just before winter came. It wasn't bad, David had this barn all to himself.
Gran was back to living with Mr. Weiss and the other kids all fit in the house, with their own rooms and everything.
It was a tight fit and it didn't help that David had rescued two big dogs he found huddled together living off garbage scraps behind the veggie stand.
He fed them and that was it, Sarah and Danny, as they decided to call them, were part of the family.

But old habits die hard.

And the dogs weren't the only ones breaking in the new house.

"If you're gonna stick around and be part of this family you're going to have to be a team player.
That goes for Sarah, too. We've got enough to do around here without always cleaning up after you."

But Sarah had already assimilated a role for herself.
The female was with child.

The twins learned all about sibling rivalry early.
If they ever got off their backs and off this floor they'd show them how to do it right.
It wasn't a fair fight when Sharla was biggerer and olderer than Tommy.
Oh wow, that mommy person came by to see them. Hi Mommy!*

Since Dora was officially moved in with Skye and his family, it was only right that they all got to know each other better, family dinners and such.
Peter liked him. He was never too keen on most of his ma's male friends but he liked Skye a lot.**

Dora made herself right at home and headed straight for the kitchen to get dinner started.

Samantha wasn't too thrilled with the way her mother-in-law took over, this wasn't her house, she wasn't in charge...but Sam didn't
want to make a fuss over dinner. It was only dinner. So she thanked Dora and made herself useful by setting the tables.


Dora jumped up and scooped all three babies off the floor and onto Petey's bed when that mongrel started attackin' the couch right next to 'em.
Nobody else budged a muscle while it chewed up the whole couch and when she started scolding it bared teeth at her!
"Peter! Some help here!"

"Outside, Sarah! No, no, don't you even stop to beg, you're not getting any pork chops today."

Woody was pleased to see David wasn't always Mr. Perfect, people pleaser, like he seemed.
"Whoa, stink monster, calm down before you fall. Hey Gran, you wanna field this one while you're here? Y'know, do some bonding?"

Skye Weiss was a very nice gentleman and Samantha was happy for Dora to have found him.
But there was something about his kids. Penny and Woody were nice enough, too, but something wasn't quite right about them to Sam.
Dora got huffy defending them the one time she brought it up; said Woody was just super pale from being so shy and sheltered and she thought Penny was pretty as a picture,
only she had a minor skin condition and it was impolite to stare. Sam determined to be polite then, but couldn't warm to them, they made her feel uncomfortable.
"Here, Sammie, take Jim and finish up. I'm gonna walk over with Ma and everybody. Coupla contracts I forgot in the office.
They need to be in the first mail. I won't have time to get there and then over to the post office and back in the morning."


Reporting for inspection, ma'am.

Approved.

Tommy loved the baseball cap David gave him cuz Dad gave it to him when he was little and he passed it down, but he didn't sleep in it!
One of these days he was gonna be fast enough to grab that bunny hat offa Sharla...

...but he wasn't going to get fast enough gobbling up Granny's cooking.
Another man's waistline bit the dust after just one helping of Dora's home cooking. She must be mixing in equal parts love and lard.
*In the sleepwear department, Tommy is his father's son :-D *

"You touch my ears again, you die," Sharla warned.
Samantha sighed. She was too tired to keep up with scolding Sharla, she never listened.
"Why don't you guys come over here and help me decorate the tree," she said. All the ornaments at the bottom were smashed from bumping
around in the RV but it wasn't Christmas without a tree, like she told Pete, and they weren't them and this wasn't home without Christmas!
He was starting to spend more time in the office than out with the lumber now but he finally set aside a pine and carted it home to stop her whining.

A tree to decorate and celebrate around was low down on the priority list of their expenses
as far as Peter was concerned so it's a good thing he was able to get one free from the job.
The new house was mostly furnished but they still needed to clean out and paint the bedroom upstairs for the
twins so it'll be ready for them to move into when the baby came and took over the downstairs nursery nook.

Christmas in
The couch was gone and they didn't have much to go under the tree, or on it, but Sam was happy and they were together so it was a very Merry Ottomas morning.
~

Living in Widespot was going pretty good for David.
He had a bunch of crazy new friends and his new girlfriend. Life was kinda...golden.

Only thing was, her father was Valentine Hart who was his dad's freakin' hero...he definitely couldn't screw things up!

Val had always been what you might consider a permissive parent but Goldie was different.
"So you're the one callin' himself the boyfriend, huh?"
Goldie was so embarrassed.
But this boy here, this son of an Ottomas...Val would be keeping an eye on him.

"Don't worry about Pop," she told him, "he was only jokin' about keeping an emergency bat on standby for when his daughters' boyfriends get outta line."

Peter didn't know about Goldie yet. He was still amazed to be living in the same town as the man himself.

Peter wondered if maybe he should've gone straight home after work when he wandered over to the jukebox and caught sight of his house down the end of the block.
All the lights were off, though, far as he could see. Must've all gone to bed already, so what was the harm then of his staying for another drink?

"Hey there, handsome. What you doin' over here all by your lone self, life got you down?"
"Nothing like that. How 'bout you, isn't it past your bedtime?"
"Oh, you're a charmer, I see."
But they started talking and laughing and she, well, she really had him going. She was just the kinda woman...But.
"Maybe it is past my bedtime after all, handsome. Care to...tuck me in?"

She was, she was somethin', but Peter found himself turning her down.

Samantha's eyes popped open when her husband crawled into bed and snuggled up behind her.
He hadn't come this close to her in months.

Apparently, that was cold comfort.
"Hush little baby, don't you cry..."
Never mind the babies in front of her. Or the one she was still incubating.

Speaking of which...

"What the—I can't believe this. David!!"
"Dad, what? Oh, snap."
"Yeah, look at what your dog did."
"Facts of life, Dad. Ain't that right?"
"Don't be such a wise ass. Your mom's not gonna be able to look after 3 extra dogs plus the twins and keep herself off her feet."

"Tell me they didn't."
"Oh yeah. Three of 'em."
"But...but..."
"Don't worry, Mom. Dad and me agreed I should stay home today and help out."

David had to call Gran to let her know he wasn't going to school today but first he called Goldie so she wouldn't be waiting for him to pick her up.

After her bath Sam experienced another minor break with reality.

She couldn't believe—was she, was she jealous of the dog?
She tried to put it all out of her mind. A cold drink of water, maybe a splash to her face. She couldn't let David see her that way.

"Lunchtime, guys."

Sam really was trying to hold it together but she felt so overwhelmed. It had been years since she had an, an episode.
Not since before Tommy (that's how they got Tommy, Peter didn't necessarily want a house full of kids until she convinced him it was best
for them) but now she'd had two. And she was already pregnant! Sam didn't want Pete to find out if she had another one, it was too soon.

"Don't worry so much. I'll figure something out, Mom. I know we can't keep 'em."

Goldie came by when class let out.

(With just one kiss...)
Outside, Danny and Sarah were eating them outta leftovers, they wouldn't touch nothing else and inside David found the pups had cleaned off the whole bowl of chow he left for them.
All these dogs were expensive. They couldn't afford five dogs plus all their Ottomas mouths, especially when Mom and Dad weren't done making more.
He didn't know what to do with them yet but David didn't want Sharla and Tommy seeing the pups and latching onto them when they got home from school.

So he and Goldie headed out to hang by the lake, taking the puppies with them.
Goldie knew exactly what to do with them. There were three and she had three nieces and nephews.
Two girls and a boy and the puppies were two boys and a girl—yeah it was perfect, the perfect present from Auntie Goldie and a bond between...she
was gonna call 'em cousins but Proxy and Una are sisters! So, yeah, even when they couldn't see each other they'd have a kinda connection.

Dora walked over with Sharla and Tommy, which she did two or three times a week to give David, and that l'il girlfriend of his, a chance
to be young, to run around with their own friends, while she checked up on Samantha's housekeeping and got in her time with the twins.
Good thing she came today, it wasn't even gonna be one of her days.
"Here we go. You know the drill. Come on lucky number six."

And here he was, his Gran's ticket to perma-plat status.
More formally known as Graham Ottomas.

"Hey, this one's not so funny looking!"

Scot and Virgie spotted David and Goldie and came over.

Virginia didn't hold her tongue, what for? Dixie was her friend and Goldie wasn't. Not yet anyway.
She wasn't trying to be mean.
"Okay, so I've just gotta say it. I get the whole 'meant to be' vibe and everything but what about
girl code? I mean, I don't know if guys even have a code but still, we do. What about Dixie?"

"What about Dixie?" David jumped up. "Is she here? Does she even give a shit anymore? Of course not. You wanna know what the deal was with me and Dixie,
how many times I got to tell you we're friends. That's it. We hung out and yeah we kissed a coupla times. It didn't mean anything," he said pointedly at Virginia.
"I was talking to Goldie."
"But why? Whatever happened had nothing to do with her so why even bring it up? Right?" David hoped Virgie got the message, he didn't want to put her ass on blast
because that kiss had nothing to do with Goldie either but it had a helluva lot to do with Scot. He had been so cool about it and she was pushin' people's buttons and for what?
David held out a hand to help Goldie up when he saw her brother coming. It was still early, he didn't know what Rhett wanted but it had to be better than this BS.
~

"Oh, hey Ma. Is that the new baby? Already? Thought we had another couple weeks."
"He didn't think so."
"Couldn't wait, huh. 'Attaboy," Peter said. "Can you stick around for a while. I stopped by Penny's store to check on the
new couch and since one of her friends got room in his truck or somethin' she's gonna try to send it around now."

"You did good, Sammie."
"Wh-what? Oh, Pete. The baby, yes...we should have...ten...ten of them," she murmured before her head hit the pillow again.
"Don't you listen to your mommy, bud. You're the last little baby'll be passin' through here."

"Look, Dad. We gots a new baby and a new couch."
"And the stork didn't bring neither one of them. Don't let me catch you jumping up and down on this one. I mean it, Sharla."
She didn't think that was fair, Sarah ate the couch!
But Peter was serious, her playing on it, and most likely Tommy too when he wasn't looking, is probably why it collapsed
so fast when the dog went at it. Penny told him she could try to order in a replacement for the set but they couldn't afford it.
So from here on in: 'no more monkeys jumping on the bed'!
~

"You've got a big mouth."
"I know."
"I think we should go," Scot said.
"Whatever."
Goldie distracted herself, she wasn't worrying about Dixie anymore but she didn't want to be reminded of all that either.
She wanted to be friends with Virginia and she thought since the four of them were together a lot now and got along, they were, almost.
But now Dixie's aged up Goldie was looking more and more like her replacement, like, really, when in doubt find a Hart to screw around with.
Maybe Goldie wasn't like that and it was all 'tru wuv' and whatevs but Virgie wasn't gonna just give her a pass to step into her BFF's place. No way.
"...and we got 3 puppies and Goldie came up with the idea to give one each to your—to her nieces and nephew. We're gonna make the rounds now but I'll have her home on time."
"Um, yeah, yeah, that sounds cool, but you, um, better get a move on."

"So we gonna hit up your sis first since she's right there?"
"Um, no," Goldie didn't want to drop in on Candy, "Let's go see Penny first. Una is the oldest."
While they were walking out David said, "You know that it's only you, right?"
"Yeah. I do."
He took her hand. "For, uh, for you too, with me?"
Did he even have to ask? She bounced up and kissed his cheek mid-stride. "No competition."
It wasn't the words and all, they weren't ready, but David felt like jumpin' up and down.
"Then again...River Land transitioned 'mighty fine'," Goldie imitated...somebody, she couldn't remember...maybe Pop.
"Oh, that's it, I'm gonna get you for that!"
Goldie sprinted away laughing and David chased her down and 3 little puppies yelped excitedly and tried their best to keep up with the fun.

Why Rhett really wanted them gone.

"Oh, hi Davey boy, hi Goldie. I think Dora's having a bath, you looking for your grandma?"
"Nah, just here with Goldie. She's got something for you."

"This is so sweet, Goldie, thank you. Though, I don't know how your grandma is gonna take it, Dave.
She still goes on about those dogs of yours not bein' fit to roam the house with all those children."
"That's just cuz Danny and Sarah were on their own, they get jumpy sometimes, but these guys here'll be fine. Just gotta train 'em."

"Hello Una! We got a surprise for you!"
Goldie gave Penny and Una their pick of the litter and, thanks to Penny's extensive crayola training trying to
match her unique skintone as a child, the little brown girl crittur was henceforth dubbed Umber Ella Weiss.

"Where to next?"
"It's late. I can't just spring a puppy on Candy. I'll ask her to bring Richie over tomorrow."
That sucked. David heard so much about Candy he wanted to meet her. But she was the boss.
*Damn. Did not notice that she'd stealth switched out of her outerwear and not back into it on the way out. Oh well.*

When they got to her house, Goldie said, "Guess I'll sneak 'em both up to my room with Poochie for the night so Pop won't notice."
"I don't want you to do that. It's cool. I'll take them back home. I'll just have to let the kids know they're not ours so they don't get attached."

David was the last to meet the newest Ottomas but he was glad he was here, mostly for his mom's sake so she could maybe finally catch a break.
"Can I see? Here Baby Graham, look at me."
"You wanna hold him?"
"Yuh-huh."
"Okay, do your arms like this. That's right. And there you go."

There was practically always a baby in their house now, Sharla never showed any interest in those others but she was drawn to her little Graham Cracker.

"You two been behaving today?"
"Yeah, Dad."
Yeah right.

Up you go.

In their first act of independent mobility, Jim and Tammy Faye headed for the good food. Figures somebody already beat them to it.
That might be a running theme to growing up in this family.
*Eyebags come standard on Ottomas spawn but, my word, they look more Dora than Dora does in this hood!*

Tommy hadn't figured out how static 'lectricities worked yet. Sucker!

Tammy Faye is the tenacious one. This bathroom is actually detached from the
house and she had quite a crawl just to make it here for toilet bowl exploration.

When it was nite-nite time Samantha panicked because she couldn't find Tammy right away.
Sharla used to hide from her all the time, too, and she was not having that repeated. Sam scooped her up and carted her straight off to bed.
The room still wasn't finished but that apparently didn't stop Sharla from playing in there instead of her own room. Samantha nearly tripped over her.
She sighed and said, "Sharla, can you do me a favour and run down to ask Daddy or David to fix up two bottles."

Their first night in the new room went smoothly but come morning, waking up alone to unfamiliar surroundings did not go over well with these two.
And here's as good a place as any to introduce some personality stats. The twins are very evenly matched.
Jim Ottomas: 4/4/7/5/5
Tammy Faye Ottomas: 4/5/6/5/5

Goldie!

Peter was happy about the baby and even happy to have given the dogs a home. He was less happy about
them making puppies, like he and Sammie needed the competition, and about how overstuffed his house felt.

Tommy took out his frustrations on Ted Buddy.

And in a(nother) fit of sim-crazy Samantha threw a tantrum about the toddler she found blocking her path.
Calm down, Sam, she's a baby, she's your baby. Just pick her up. It'll be okay.

There now, see how easy.

"You better not be stinky, that's all I can tell you," David said when his mom handed off Tammy Faye to him.

"Outta the way!"

"I was only gettin' the bottle for David," Tommy protested being shoved aside.
"Thanks, but you need to be getting dressed so you'll be ready when Dad's ready to go. No lagging behind so I
have to take you with me and Goldie. I mean it, T. Run up and get dressed, I'll make you a bowl of SimmyOs."

- Don't mess with my man. -
Jim had found his way past the unguarded door to play with the dogs. It doesn't look like
Sarah is playing but that stare had no effect on Jim, he only laughed and held on tighter.

Jim did respond when David called out for him, though.
"What you doin' outside, Jimmy? It's cold out there. Stay in the house and be good for Mom today, okay?"
*Of course, they can't speak yet. In fact, no skills (or lessons) were learned by anyone in this house all round.*

Goldie tried one more time to get her Pop to agree to her plan but no matter how many times she called it Proxy's puppy he couldn't get past not wantin' another dog in the house.
"But it's not fair to Proxy if Una and Richie both have a puppy but she doesn't."
"Your sister is not goin' for no dogs in her house either. She doesn't like 'em. I'll tell you what, if Candy
agrees to take one of 'em, we'll see. But don't get your hopes up. Candy and her...husband are cat people."

Candy vetoed the puppy lightning fast, like, no way.
So she was glad Goldie didn't hold it against her and asked to meet up.

Goldie wanted Candy to meet David but when they got there he wasn't around, from the looks of it.
She knew this was one of his days to be there but then she also knew he closed up and ran off whenever he could.
Then there he came flying around the corner chasing Viola.

He stopped in his tracks when he spotted Goldie. Didn't matter what else he was doing, she had that effect on him.

He was kinda cute. But she still wasn't looking after a puppy, especially not one bound to grow up into some big ass dog.
Goldie really wanted to get in good with his friends but maybe not this one.

Sister to sister, Candy warned Goldie to keep an eye out for that girl. For all girls, if she wanted to hold onto what was hers.
"Don't be fooled by no sweatshirt and baggy pants cuz he's not. You best believe he knows that's a girl under there
and if the time is right, they're bored one day or whatever and she lets him cop a feel...I mean, it is what it is y'know."
Goldie couldn't believe she just said that!
"If that's cool with you, cool, but I know it's not."
"David..." Goldie checked to see that he wasn't close enough to hear and he wasn't, he had chased Viola down and now had her in a headlock. "David's not like that."
"He's a boy, ain't he? Exactly. I mean, c'mon, look at him. All that play-fighting, you can't tell me that's not sexual tension."
Candy was not about mincing words with her sister. And, like, where else were they headin' with this boyfriend/girlfriend business? C'mon!
For the first time, though, Goldie though Candy was so way off the mark. She loved David. And Candy was talking about him like, like she didn't understand.

"Come on, Mom and Dad don't like it when I jump over you guys's heads, so get outta the way."

Poor puppy. Jim wasn't gentle with his affections, he loved hard.
Tommy stood by making sure he kept his vice grip offa Ted Buddy.

"Seriously, T?" David came up chuckling at him. "The rugrats aren't gonna hurt your bear."
Tommy wasn't so sure about that.
"Why don't you come upstairs and give me a hand. Mom says the kids' table is in the way so we gotta make room in the attic.
I don't know where you guys are gonna sit when we have company but I guess we'll find some way to make everybody fit."

Tommy needn't have worried, the twins preferred to cuddle up to the living and the second his favourite target loped by Jim abandoned puppy and tackled him down.
Danny patiently waited out his hugging.
Good dog.
Instinctively, the twins left Sarah the hell alone.

Candy wouldn't budge so neither would Pop but Goldie made a new plan to find a home for another of the puppies.

"That one of the twins?" Mary asked.
"Nah, the rugrats are over by the couch. This here is baby Graham. Mom had him same day as the puppies were born."

Mary sat down and watched all the little ones at play, imagining her own future. She didn't think she wanted another
baby so soon after the twins but she grew up dreamin' on a big family of her own and seein' them all started stirrin' her urgings.

David stepped away for two seconds to put Graham with the other kids and Sarah seized that opportunity to turn on the interloper.

"Yo! No growling at Goldie!" David ran over and scolded. "Outside Sarah! And you stay outside 'til you learn some manners."

David didn't know what had gotten into her, Goldie wasn't a stranger. But he knew she was a little skittish about big dogs.
He held open the door and told Sarah one more time to "Go!" and he apologised. "She's mean sometimes but she wouldn't really hurt you."
Meanwhile Mary had jumped up to see about Goldie, too.
"It's okay. Honest. She never usually acts that way with me. I think maybe she's kinda jealous. You know, about me and, and
David," she said to Mary, blushing, when he was out of earshot, "and maybe she knows we're here to take another one of her babies away."

"Here you go, Mary. Your pick. These little guys are better behaved than their parents. You can take both if you want them for your twins."
"Thank you but one'll surely do."
Mary stuck with the one she was told about, the little brown puppy like Penny's.
She talked it over with Junior but she sure hoped Lana wouldn't mind, now that she decided.
~

Peter spied Daytona walking by one morning. But, of course, she wasn't just walking by.
He was quickly transitioning into her aide-de-camp and Peter was eager to be of assistance. She mentioned
that after a quick stop in at the post office she would be home, alone, where they could work today undisturbed.

It wasn't a regular workday so he went to square it with Samantha. He helped her feed and
change and dress the kids and he told her the truth, that Daytona needed his, um, input.

It actually snowed again in Widespot during the Ottomas round, a real honest-to-goodness longer than 10 seconds snowfall!

Maybe it was the snow but Samantha was feeling more like herself than of late. She straightened up around the house and even found time to tend to her wholly neglected garden.

In the meantime Tammy Faye's wandering spirit caught her in a bit of a jam and the dog stood in judgement over Sam's parental neglect.
The humans took very shoddy care of their young to leave them to fall asleep in cold snow.
Sarah thought better of dragging the lost pup back inside herself because every time she used her teeth she got yelled at.

Sharla had no cares to spare for the rugrats. Unless they got in her way they didn't register on the Sharla-radar.
She had her two brothers: Big brother David and baby brother Graham Cracker. Tommy made his
presence known by being a pain (and never getting caught!) but those other ones, they were on their own.
Snowman!


"Oh, my baby!"
Sarah was a good dog! At first Sam didn't know what she was barking about but she finally followed her lead and spotted her daughter asleep in a pile of snow.

Samantha changed her out of those wet clothes and put her down for a nap but as soon as
she brought her back down Tammy Faye was right back to chasing down fuzzy stuff.

"There now, we're all dry and dressed again. Let's stay over here and play nice with your brothers."

Or not.

David paused on his way back out, amused to see his baby sister turn and scoot away from Mom's feet when she came out of baby Graham's room.
"What's wrong with Tammy Faye?"
"She's pouting because I won't let her out to play in the snow."
Already just like another little Sharla.
"Goldie's still coming over for dinner, right?"
"Yeah, Mom. 6:30, like you said. And, please, no interrogations."
"Would I do that? We just want to get to know her better."
"Anyway, I gotta run across the street for a minute, I don't think I emptied the till. Sharla's still outside, she can keep an
eye on the rugrats for a few minutes so they can play in the snow and Tammy won't feel so deprived, ain't that right, Tam?"
"No." Sharla had the attention span of a gnat. Tommy was a better helper but he was too little to look after the twins, especially
since this little girl here was turning out to be a sneaky one. "She already half froze to death easing out there and we don't
have any warm enough coats for her and Jim-Jim. And you tell Sharla to hurry up with her snowman and bring herself in."

"Is that Dad's scarf? He's prolly gonna be needing that, Sharl. And don't forget to put that broom back in the closet when you're finished."
"Aw, David, you sound like Mom."
"Well, she says for you not to stay out here too much longer."
"Fine," she said, kicking up snow. "But what do you think, David?"
He leaned back and admired her handiwork.
"It's cool. Can't believe you built him all by yourself."
"Yuh-huh, I rolled the big snowballs just like you taught me. You think, does he need somethin' else?"
"Well, we could all use a smile, Sharla."
So David stayed and helped his sister hunt down a smile.

He had no trouble locating a smile when Goldie was around though.
Surprisingly, she wasn't nervous about dinner with his family. It wasn't like first meeting them,
she felt comfortable here, or maybe it was just that she felt comfortable with David.
It was such a shame she couldn't take puppy home to Poochie and Proxy but she did find good homes for the other two.
"Lookit. See, I told you."
"That's not fair. I didn't get to make no snowman. I'm gonna go kick him over."
"You better not!"
"I am, too, gonna."
"No you're not!" Sharla grabbed him.
"Let go me. Yes, I am!"
"Guys, cut it out. Sharla, hands off him, I mean it. And Tommy, I helped make that snowman; if you kick him over you and me are
gonna have a problem, capisce? Now both of you, upstairs, get washed up for dinner. And if I hear any fighting I'm tellin' Dad."

Goldie was amazed. Not just at his way with the kids but at how that was yet one more way they were so different and it didn't even matter.
He was the consummate big brother. And she was the constant baby sister.
But somehow they got on great together and he always wanted to know what she thought! Said she was the boss.

Tammy Faye demonstrated her talent for passing out in random inconvenient places once again.
It made Jim feel like the smarter twin when he managed to figure out how to crawl onto the mat for his nap.

Her cooking may not be quite like his mother's but the kids like it.

<3

Peter moved his daughter off the floor before she got trampled over and Sam sighed over her sleeping "angels".
She was barely keeping up with them and Graham but she still wanted another baby.
But so long as Peter had anything to do with that she could forget it.

His son did good with this one, real good, Peter was proud of him.

There once was a bottle for Jim.
But Jim had a much quicker twin.
Jim put up a fuss, he was stinky and hungry.
While Jim's twin watched it all with a grin.
When their mommy walked by, Tammy Faye crawled back onto her mat grinning guiltily at her while her brother tried to suckle at air.

He didn't have much better luck the second time around.
Mommy left another bottle but while he crawled all the way around the table to get to it (suggesting little Jim here might
need glasses) brother Tommy, the compulsive dish clearer, decided to ignore all those dishes and clean up the full baby bottle.
Luckily, somebody caught him (and put him back on dish duty for his treachery).

Peter's a family man at heart, he is, but home and hearth are not enough.
He's got the wanderlust.
~Happy Simming!~
*Samantha doesn't actually do much in the way of care-taking, or cuddling, despite her baby craze.
**Considering some of Peter's activities to have an oedipal tinge, he may very well like Skye precisely because he poses no sexual threat (to date). Hmm.
The Weisses are up next!
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