The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans)
Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
The night alls over Granite Falls, and since Hanna shares our bedroom, Hugo and I have to get crafty.
There are some perfectly acceptable bushes around the lodge.
And at the end of the day, when we’re all properly exhausted, parents, toddler, and cat all drop in our respective beds for a full night’s sleep.
Focus, Azalea. You’ve been training for this. You can do it.
PERFECT SHOT
Finally, my crowning achievement.
I somehow had the brilliant idea of buying and bringing with us a little moped for Hannah. I thought it would amuse her, and I was right — her little adventurous soul loves it with all of her heart.
I thought there wouldn’t be any safer place for her to play with it than the vast empty clearings of Granite Falls, and I was mostly right about this, too. I was just very wrong to think that this would stop me from being terrified down to my socks.
Hannah, you see, has no notion of what fear is at all.
“So we’re agreed? It’s going to go fast, baby, you have to be very careful!”
“Hannah, wait!”
“Okay, little monster. You know what you’re doing.”
Hugo goes straight back to his favorite Granite Falls hobby. He missed it, apparently, but he didn’t lose the touch he acquired last time.
Before long he catches a fish, and he cooks it outside on the grill, with a touch of lime and, more importantly, without burning the house down.
And it’s actually really, really good. Again, never before has Hannah had the chance to eat something fresh; and it doesn’t get fresher than that.
Though both Hannah and I could have done without her slob of a dad burping his heart out at the dinner table, no matter how good the food was or how proud he might have been…
It’s okay Hugo, I still love you, you disgusting sim you.
Here we are again, back where we went on our honeymoon, It’s every bit as beautiful as we remember.
And this time, we’re not alone! We came back as a family.
Hannah discovers a whole new environment — and we’re both glad she gets a chance to finally see something that is neither concrete nor glass.
And she has the cutest little hat for the chilly Granite Falls morning.
Hugo’s thrilled to be able to share this place we love with our daughter.
Nounou is not entirely convinced about this weird new environment, and isn’t quite ready to leave my shoulder.
We get out of bed hours before the first ray of sunshine breaks through the San Myshuno sky.
It’s time for my Love Day present.
It requires a solid breakfast, first. We’re excited, but clearly still sleepy-eyed.
This, my friends, is the face of a man who realizes he’s made a mistake.
In other news, Hugo volunteered to watch over a handful of toddlers when all the other parents dropped out of the scheduled outing.
He’s braver than I, I spent this whole afternoon behind my computer, hiding behind the excuse of three deadlines to meet before the end of the week.
Oh, the deadlines were very real, and very scary, and a lot of work, but at least I didn’ t have to clean up anything or break a fight between to four-year-olds.
They’re not even through the park gates and it’s already begun.
Hannah is making friends.
Hugo has bravely taken on the role of father to every kid there. Since Hannah is ignoring him like the teenager that she’ll eventually become, he is teaching Shanti, my great-uncle’s grand-daughter, to go down a slide.
I don’t know what three little tots can find to gossip about, but apparently they found topics to have deep conversations on.
The woman in the background is actually my aunt. I wish I could have been there to talk to her at least.
Hannah is unafraid of a hamburger that’s bigger than her face.
Not all of the kids want to make friends.
Little brats. Don’t they know my daughter is perfect?…
And then finally, at the end of the day, the little angel collapses, exhausted.
You know, I’ll take back what I said. I wish I could have witnessed some of the cuteness first-hand.
Because Hannah is just too cute.
Now that we’re both better, I finally have the strength to do something I should have done years ago — but that is much easier to see in hindsight.
So I head back to the Willow Creek Health Clinic for an appointment with our trusted doctor. Once to figure out what’s been wrong with two of my three pregnancies.
And a second time, to attempt to maybe, do something about it.
This clinic has a stunning outdoors waiting “room”. It would almost manage to ease down my anxiety.
Then again the whole clinic seems engineered to ease down anxiety. Grandma would love all of the greenery.
Little did I know the Love Day surprises weren’t over.
As soon as we’re home — the very second we get home in fact, Hugo kicks off shoes and dress suit, and I double over with laughter as his body visibly relaxes once he’s free of the dreaded bowtie. In a minute he slips into his most comfortable pajamas, and he’s his usual self again.
I’m less of a slob, I tell him, so I go and take a bath in one of our bathrooms. Not the en-suite, as I want to go for one of the more sophisticated ones. So I leave Hugo alone in our bedroom, even though I strongly hinted that I wouldn’t mind him accompanying me.
But when I come back I understand that I had played right into his plans.
And I also understand that if he had time to set all of this up, I take way longer than I thought in the bathroom.
Our little home among the stars.
Hugo did what he does best — he transformed a common floor into a romantic nook.
We spend hours there, watching the stars, and the city, and talking.
And eating the cake.
How can you lift me up so easily?
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 