Sims player fourteen generation deep into a legacy. Here's their story! Also, art and builds.
Hannah’s got pretty good vocabulary already, but she’s committed to learning more.
We’re both looking forward to the days when we’ll hope she just stops talking.
Her and her sibling, who’s currently busy making me hate my morning toast.
It’s a wonder that it didn’t hit me before, but I end up understanding — or rather, remembering — what’s been weighing on my stomach for days now.
Something has quite literally been weighing on my stomach.
A baby brother or sister.
How could I not realize it earlier? It feels like my belly is much rounder already!
As soon as Hugo wakes up, I tell him, under San Myshuno’s soft morning sunlight.
Feeling nauseous again.
Hugo, who knows I haven’t been feeling all that amazing, coming to help.
I manage to go through with Hannah’s favorite story, though.
And she falls asleep easily.
If you’ re going to give a dynamic toddler a bath, you’d better make yourself mentally prepared with some yoga before.
Up!
She’s bathing on top of the most beautiful city in the world, and she cares most about the bubbles.
Or more precisely, the worlds among the bubbles she imagines she’s exploring.
Hugo and Hannah are basically best friends now.
She says it’s funny how his mustache moves when he reads her stories. Gotta say I agree.
Yucky chair, happy toddler.
It’s good that they get along so well, because I haven’t been feeling so good.
My stomach hurts.
Little Hannah is starting to get a grasp on how this whole schedule business works.
She’s not difficult at all anymore; she eats, then we take her upstairs to her bedroom, where one of us reads her a story.
And then she sleeps for ten hours, at which point one of us comes hear about the dreams that livened up her night.
To bed, missy.
She’s also able to go potty by herself, now!
Which we’re very proud of.
Goodnight sunshine.
Her magical, self haven.
Morning, sunshine!
We’re going back to the Spice Market to see Miranda! She just came back from her travels, and she has yet to see Hannah!
Hannah, however, is more interested in Miranda’s pets than her aunt.
Hip bump!
Somehow, Nolan doesn’t seem to have aged at all! His hair got redder, but apart from that, it’s almost as if someone has put his aging on hold and forgot to make him grow up.
According to Miranda, he’s the smallest kid in his class.
Though he’s quite a few years older than Hannah, they get along great.
Consider my heart warmed.
‘Higher, mammy, higher!’
We’re taking a break in playtime. I rest on the multicolored bear, Hannah sips on her orange juice.
I can tell she’s eyeing the slide though.
Aaaand… nap time.
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