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I'm starting to settle into my school routine, so I figured it was high time for another Breckenridge update. In the last installment, the family moved into a brand spankin' new house, Hazel became a cute kid, Ivy aged into an adorable toddler, Piper showed his goodies to a fireman, and Dinah betrayed me and got pregnant. So.... that's pretty much it.
Yeah, I hope you're suffering.
Banner: Have you tried drinking Sprite? It always settles my stomach when I have the flu.
Piper: Nah, I don' think it's the flu, so Sprite probably won't help.
Piper: Maybe it's food poisoning?
Dinah: *gasp*
Anne: You wanna run that by me again?
Piper: Ah, getting a little hard of hearing? I said, MAY-BE IT'S FOOD POI-SON-ING.
Banner: Idiot.
Anne: Listen buddy, you keep making comments like that and the only person in this house that gets food poisoning is going to be you. Kapiche?
Piper: Yes ma'am.
Hazel's blissfully unaware that she's going to have another brother or sister to compete with.
Ivy, however, senses the impending sibling and mourns her soon-to-be-lost status as the baby of the family.
Ivy: What? No, I just want someone to change me!
Oh. Nevermind then.
Ivy: What's this about another kid in the house?? Why would you do it?
I don't think Hazel's the type to go out of her way to make other people comfortable.
Well then, Hazel, let that be a lesson to you.
/cute spam
Pop.
*glare*
Oh Banner, don't look so sour. At least you're not the man maid.
This is what he got to see today.
(Just in case my one star censoring isn't enough for Photobucket, it's a picture of Dinah and Piper naked-canoodling on the couch with Tracy trying hard to ignore them.)
Second pop.
The Breckenridge kids really aren't that fond of baths.
And now, I present to you a photo montage I have entitled.... "The Night of Terror".
And so concludes "The Night of Terror".
Onto happier things!
Like birthdays!
*crosses fingers*
Yes! She's still cute!
And she runs everywhere, albeit with a dreamier expression than Hazel.
Aw... If i didn't think she had ulterior motives, this would be adorable!
Hazel, I'm onto you, even if this is cute.
Dinah: I think I'm going into labor! I need some support, Piper!
Piper: Okay, hold on a sec! I'm almost done eating!
Dinah: Are you SERIOUS?!
Whoa. Those are some eyebrows.
It's a girl and her name is Jolene.
HAhahahaha...ha.... No.
Hazel's going to walk us through the creation of a fail muffin.
Step 1: Get your muffin tin out, and promptly forget what you were doing.
Step 2: Remember what you were doing, but forget where the recipe is.
Step 3: Find the recipe and get crackin'.
Step 4: Haphazardly measure the ingredients into you muffin tin.
Step 5: Ignore your egg timer and take the muffin out of the oven only after the smoke has almost made you pass out.
Voila! Your very own fail muffin in five easy steps. Just don't choke on the burnt edges.
Hazel: You see anything on your side?
Ivy: Not really, just Great Grandpa Galen.
Yeah, no big deal, just ghosts of the dead peeps we've got buried in the backyard.
Ghosts/corpses in the backyard and werewolves in the front. What kind of house is this?
Ivy: Ladies and gentlemen! For my next trick, I will be performing an unprecedented feat of skill and concentration!
Ivy: Taaa-daaaa!
Anne: *encourages acrobatics in the house*
Hazel: Whatever, it's just a cartwheel. I could do those in my sleep.
She can't. The most she can manage is a somersault.
Banner: Okay, after this, no more swing around. Grandpa may have dislocated a shoulder :D
Hazel: Whoa now, calm down! I'm sure we can work this out. Just put down the gun.
Ivy: And fall victim to more of your lies? Never!
Ivy: Stop moving! I'm trying to shoot you!
Hazel: I can't let you just throw your life away. Now, let's talk about this like civilized people, okay?
Ivy: Ha! You're slowing down. I almost got you that time.
Hazel: You'll never get away with this! There's punishments for breaking the law!
Ivy: Ha! Around here, I AM the law!
Ivy: And the executioner *kick*
I see that one nice point is starting to show itself.
Jolene's still here, just fyi.
-_-
Hi Fin.
Yep, come on in.
Fineas: Hey Mom!
Anne: Can't talk now, have to go take care of the little one.
Fineas: Hey there Dinah, just thought I'd stop by-
Dinah: Shhh, busy now.
Fineas: Okie dokie... guess I'll just sit here until someone wants to hang out. Yep... all by myself. Mmmhmm. Just a man and his thoughts. Alone. Pondering the deeper meanings of the universe.
Look, if you're going to hang out here and do nothing, could you at least do it quietly?
Fineas: Oh, yeah... Sorry.
*sigh*
Hazel: So, Grandma, I heard your anniversary party was a total disaster. Is it because you guys are old and boring?
Anne: Your mother didn't teach you about tact, did she?
I think we've got more kids than your children can parent, Banner.
Piper: Can you guys jump more quietly? You're making Daddy lose his place.
Case in point.
Fineas stayed the night in the hot tub.
Lobster thermador? We all know what that means.
Time to get the kids into private school.
Anne: You go, dear! Play that piano for all it's worth!
Banner: I think I smell something burning...
Banner: Oh dear God!
Anne: Oh yeah, I was cooking something, wasn't I?
I made her remake dinner because I had a feeling that schmoozing alone wasn't going to get us in.
This may have had something to do with that feeling.
Dinah: And this is our bedroom. Oh the things that go on in here. This one time, Piper and I roleplayed that he was the burglar, and I was the cop, and I caught him-
Headmaster: Oh God, no! I don't need to know! *earmuffs*
Thanks Dinah. How very appropriate of you.
Classy.
Sweet! Hazel and Ivy are in!
Hazel: So, when are you going to move into an old folks home? Aren't you like a hundred years old or something?
Banner: Probably about the time we ship you off to boarding school.
Ivy: What's a boarding school?
Banner: A magical fairy land with unicorns and candy flowers.
Hazel: I wanna go!
Banner: I'll be sure and let your mother know.
Dinah: Hey Piper, your youngest is about to blow out her candles. Want to come over here?
Piper: You guys go ahead, I'm just gonna finish up my lunch and be right there.
Dinah: Piper Breckenridge, you'd better get over here and take a noisemaker right now if you know what's good for you.
Piper: Fine, I'm coming! *takes one last bite*
Piper: *grumbles* Darn kids, always ruining my meals. Honestly, a man can't even eat his grilled cheese in peace.
Dinah: What was that?
Piper: Nothing, dear.
He's getting smarter.
Now that everyone's assembled, time to blow out the candles!
Three whole nice points? You guys are just spoiling me now.
I'll leave you with a picture of the new toddler.
Well... I suppose it could be worse.
Hopefully another update will be coming along soon. Have the pictures all taken, I just need to resize them all :D
Yeah, I hope you're suffering.
Banner: Have you tried drinking Sprite? It always settles my stomach when I have the flu.
Piper: Nah, I don' think it's the flu, so Sprite probably won't help.
Piper: Maybe it's food poisoning?
Dinah: *gasp*
Anne: You wanna run that by me again?
Piper: Ah, getting a little hard of hearing? I said, MAY-BE IT'S FOOD POI-SON-ING.
Banner: Idiot.
Anne: Listen buddy, you keep making comments like that and the only person in this house that gets food poisoning is going to be you. Kapiche?
Piper: Yes ma'am.
Hazel's blissfully unaware that she's going to have another brother or sister to compete with.
Ivy, however, senses the impending sibling and mourns her soon-to-be-lost status as the baby of the family.
Ivy: What? No, I just want someone to change me!
Oh. Nevermind then.
Ivy: What's this about another kid in the house?? Why would you do it?
I don't think Hazel's the type to go out of her way to make other people comfortable.
Well then, Hazel, let that be a lesson to you.
/cute spam
Pop.
*glare*
Oh Banner, don't look so sour. At least you're not the man maid.
This is what he got to see today.
(Just in case my one star censoring isn't enough for Photobucket, it's a picture of Dinah and Piper naked-canoodling on the couch with Tracy trying hard to ignore them.)
Second pop.
The Breckenridge kids really aren't that fond of baths.
And now, I present to you a photo montage I have entitled.... "The Night of Terror".
And so concludes "The Night of Terror".
Onto happier things!
Like birthdays!
*crosses fingers*
Yes! She's still cute!
And she runs everywhere, albeit with a dreamier expression than Hazel.
Aw... If i didn't think she had ulterior motives, this would be adorable!
Hazel, I'm onto you, even if this is cute.
Dinah: I think I'm going into labor! I need some support, Piper!
Piper: Okay, hold on a sec! I'm almost done eating!
Dinah: Are you SERIOUS?!
Whoa. Those are some eyebrows.
It's a girl and her name is Jolene.
HAhahahaha...ha.... No.
Hazel's going to walk us through the creation of a fail muffin.
Step 1: Get your muffin tin out, and promptly forget what you were doing.
Step 2: Remember what you were doing, but forget where the recipe is.
Step 3: Find the recipe and get crackin'.
Step 4: Haphazardly measure the ingredients into you muffin tin.
Step 5: Ignore your egg timer and take the muffin out of the oven only after the smoke has almost made you pass out.
Voila! Your very own fail muffin in five easy steps. Just don't choke on the burnt edges.
Hazel: You see anything on your side?
Ivy: Not really, just Great Grandpa Galen.
Yeah, no big deal, just ghosts of the dead peeps we've got buried in the backyard.
Ghosts/corpses in the backyard and werewolves in the front. What kind of house is this?
Ivy: Ladies and gentlemen! For my next trick, I will be performing an unprecedented feat of skill and concentration!
Ivy: Taaa-daaaa!
Anne: *encourages acrobatics in the house*
Hazel: Whatever, it's just a cartwheel. I could do those in my sleep.
She can't. The most she can manage is a somersault.
Banner: Okay, after this, no more swing around. Grandpa may have dislocated a shoulder :D
Hazel: Whoa now, calm down! I'm sure we can work this out. Just put down the gun.
Ivy: And fall victim to more of your lies? Never!
Ivy: Stop moving! I'm trying to shoot you!
Hazel: I can't let you just throw your life away. Now, let's talk about this like civilized people, okay?
Ivy: Ha! You're slowing down. I almost got you that time.
Hazel: You'll never get away with this! There's punishments for breaking the law!
Ivy: Ha! Around here, I AM the law!
Ivy: And the executioner *kick*
I see that one nice point is starting to show itself.
Jolene's still here, just fyi.
-_-
Hi Fin.
Yep, come on in.
Fineas: Hey Mom!
Anne: Can't talk now, have to go take care of the little one.
Fineas: Hey there Dinah, just thought I'd stop by-
Dinah: Shhh, busy now.
Fineas: Okie dokie... guess I'll just sit here until someone wants to hang out. Yep... all by myself. Mmmhmm. Just a man and his thoughts. Alone. Pondering the deeper meanings of the universe.
Look, if you're going to hang out here and do nothing, could you at least do it quietly?
Fineas: Oh, yeah... Sorry.
*sigh*
Hazel: So, Grandma, I heard your anniversary party was a total disaster. Is it because you guys are old and boring?
Anne: Your mother didn't teach you about tact, did she?
I think we've got more kids than your children can parent, Banner.
Piper: Can you guys jump more quietly? You're making Daddy lose his place.
Case in point.
Fineas stayed the night in the hot tub.
Lobster thermador? We all know what that means.
Time to get the kids into private school.
Anne: You go, dear! Play that piano for all it's worth!
Banner: I think I smell something burning...
Banner: Oh dear God!
Anne: Oh yeah, I was cooking something, wasn't I?
I made her remake dinner because I had a feeling that schmoozing alone wasn't going to get us in.
This may have had something to do with that feeling.
Dinah: And this is our bedroom. Oh the things that go on in here. This one time, Piper and I roleplayed that he was the burglar, and I was the cop, and I caught him-
Headmaster: Oh God, no! I don't need to know! *earmuffs*
Thanks Dinah. How very appropriate of you.
Classy.
Sweet! Hazel and Ivy are in!
Hazel: So, when are you going to move into an old folks home? Aren't you like a hundred years old or something?
Banner: Probably about the time we ship you off to boarding school.
Ivy: What's a boarding school?
Banner: A magical fairy land with unicorns and candy flowers.
Hazel: I wanna go!
Banner: I'll be sure and let your mother know.
Dinah: Hey Piper, your youngest is about to blow out her candles. Want to come over here?
Piper: You guys go ahead, I'm just gonna finish up my lunch and be right there.
Dinah: Piper Breckenridge, you'd better get over here and take a noisemaker right now if you know what's good for you.
Piper: Fine, I'm coming! *takes one last bite*
Piper: *grumbles* Darn kids, always ruining my meals. Honestly, a man can't even eat his grilled cheese in peace.
Dinah: What was that?
Piper: Nothing, dear.
He's getting smarter.
Now that everyone's assembled, time to blow out the candles!
Three whole nice points? You guys are just spoiling me now.
I'll leave you with a picture of the new toddler.
Well... I suppose it could be worse.
Hopefully another update will be coming along soon. Have the pictures all taken, I just need to resize them all :D