Well, it's been a while. I said in my last post I haven't had much time for simming or interneting, and that's still true, but I think if I put off posting BDC updates any longer I'll completely forget what happened there, and we can't have that. So, here's a look at the DeBateau family, where Christy is finally pregnant.
As you may or may not recall, Armand had adopted a little girl named Emma. If you don't remember this at all, don't feel bad. I had to look up her name because I'd forgotten...
Then I got so fed up with the stupid layout of their house that I tried to make it over. This took approximately a month and a half...
I had made some (very minor) changes to it when they first moved in, hence the M&G roof, but the layout was so awkward I had to redo it. It's still not perfect, but at least I don't get angry playing it now. :)
And, the little shed-turned-toy shop:
Grand tour:
The poolside seemed as good a place as any for a genie lamp...
Armand's office where he does business tycoon-y stuff...
Guest bedroom:
Master bedroom & balcony:
Emma's room:
Main bathroom:
Guest bathroom (which of course is more popular than the main bathroom):
And Mr & Mrs DeBateau being cute:
The renovations finally complete, Armand celebrated by leaving the newly finished house...
...and going to visit Magictown by
voleste!
Erm... I'm sure there was a very good reason why I took pictures of Armand practising public indecency...
Armand: What is that thing?
First odd glowing white things, then big hairy creatures...Armand realizes his energy motive has been running on empty and it's time to go home and get some sleep. Energy deprivation must be giving him hallucinations.
Back at home, Christy goes into labour. The whole family is there to help/scream/watch. Let's take a moment to get a closer look at newly grown up Emma, shall we?
Quite a sweet little thing, I do think so. I believe that she takes after her mother. Not that she even knows who her mother is. Oh, speaking of mothers...
...Christy has joined the ranks. Well, biologically. She's been a very good step-mother to Emma, and that certainly won't change with the birth of her new son. There's a very good chance his name is Lucien, but don't hold me to that. It's been a very long time since I've played this family.
Lucien: Dad, what's wrong with your arm?!
Armand: I'm still trying to get the hang of this whole bottle-feeding thing. It's been a long time since your sister was a baby, and I hired a nanny for her anyway.
Armand: Ah, there. Just had to work out the kinks.
Armand and Christy are both well-meaning, but not perfect parents, but they both want to improve, and race to see who can learn the ever so useful parenting skill first.
Armand wins. But only because Christy stopped studying to take care of a crying Lucien. So maybe Christy is the real winner.
Christy's cooking skill should be the next to work on...
This was autonomous. :)
Emma: Mom, Dad! It's morning, it's morning! Get up, get up!
Armand: Mmph. Five more minutes.
Christy: She's your daughter.
The store is doing quite well for just a little side business. Both adults have earned a few badges and had to hire a cashier to help out. They even expanded it a little with a second level.
Still a terrible cook.
Fortunately Armand has a couple cooking points to his name.
Armand has been spending a lot of time with his youngest children, but he hasn't forgotten about Tara. Now that there are birthdays coming up, he decides it's a good idea to invite his oldest over.
He isn't too sure about Tara's new "friend" though...
Jared: Pleased to meet you Mr DeBateau. My, that's a nice, firm, finger-numbing handshake you have there.
Armand: Break my daughter's heart, and I will break you. Slowly.
Jared: Eep.
Meanwhile, oblivious to her father's threats to her lover, Tara bonds with her sister.
While waiting for dinner, Armand brings the whole family to interrogate poor Jared.
Later that night, Tara's stalker best friend walks by.
He probably wouldn't want to meet her in this condition, though.
Later that night...
What, is he stealing the fence. Wait, no! Not the helicopter!
You can run, you dirty thief, but you sure can't hide.