Bubbles in the Fountain
The Soul of a Kid
I finally get out of the skating zone (after falling for the fiftieth time), and Dad is gone.
He can’t be too far. It’s started to rain, so I open my pretty umbrella and go looking for him.
He’s easy to spot. He’s poured soap into the fountain, and now he’s playing around in the bubbles.
Really, Dad? How long have you been planning that?
Nevermind, I’m jumping in.
The Pro Skater
The figure of grace!
Okay, now I’m just showing off.
Moonwalk, baby.
Okay, time to head home.
Skating
We put the skates back under our shoes. It’s a bit reckless of us after pushing our muscles for an hour, but we’re only very big kids and can’t resist. Dad goes first, eager to demonstrate that he’s not as bad as he used to be.
I don’t know about him, but I’ve certainly made progress.
Feeling more confident than ever before on the rink.
Maybe even confident enough to start trying some figures (I swear this is not a dab)…
Ouch. My pride is hurt, but the key is to just walk — or skate — it off.
Yoga
At home, it’s only Dad and I again. Mom’s at work already, Cléo and Cyril at school.
At around 4PM, he knocks on the door of my poolhouse. “Wanna take a trip to the park? There’s a yoga class in an hour!”
So I drop the archeology tools, and we head to our favorite park in Willow Creek, and we get there just in time to change into sports clothes and hop onto the yoga mat. The day is overcast, but it isn’t supposed to rain for a while, so we can focus on our breathing and not our hair getting frizzy.
Tree pose! I’m a swaying tree, but it’s my favorite.
Two warriors in warrior II.
And here we have the yoga instructor making the both of us look like potatoes. Dad fell on his back before he could even complete his wheel.
We’re not the kind of family that gives up, so he puts his back back into it straight away, and curves it up.
“Well done on not dying, dad!”
“We’re the best.”
“What say we run out of here before she convinces us to go for thirty more minutes?”
“Yep! Let’s go skating.”
I can’t myself writing about pets too as main characters however in my story they are able to talk.lol yes pets are adorable in real life as in the sims I love them .
Are they? Annw, that’s adorable! I’ve kept my story pretty close to the game’s mechanics/real life, but now I sort of wish Nounou and Loladorada could speak xD
And I LOVE that they managed to brink all the things that make IRL pets adorable into the game! Like the butt-wiggle when cats are about to attack the laser beam ❤
The Scout
And as Cléo is outside, she catches a glimpse of an oddly dressed young woman. With the red hair and the earthy tones on her scout uniform, she’s pretty much the embodiment of fall.
And Cléo does love fall.
She’s all ready to get to know this new neighbor better.
Red Sunset
Loladorada is enjoying the cooler weather.
Cléo’s spending more time playing outside with her.
Reddish light pours over the neighborhood when the sun sets around this time of year. Our house looks even prettier than usual.
Autumn Leaves 🍁
Fall is stunning in Newcrest, as well. And I’m ready to make the most of it. In my case, playing with the leaves.
… And then, after you’ve lulled the leaves into a sense of security, played and made friends with them, you burn them.
Sorry, leaves.
Heading Back Home
Gram won’t be giving me any more information, at least not today. So I gather my things, and I leave the house for now, leaving behind the memories breathing through the walls.
Also leaving behind the spooky decor. I won’t lie, I’m feeling inspired to make our home go through the same type of transformation now.
We probably won’t carve that many pumpkins though.
Autumn suits Brindleton Bay beautifully, but it’s time to come home.
The Stewarts Family (and other shenanigans) 