Breckenridge 3.3
I had a four day weekend from school (yay!), so I got a chance to edit some pictures and get an update ready. Last time, "The Night of Terror" disturbed the house, Ivy grew up into a child, Jolene was born and grew into a toddler, and Hazel and Ivy got into private school. Now that that's all out of the way, onto the new stuff!
Some toddler spam for you.
Jolene may not be the most adorable toddler I've ever had....
But it's not for lack of trying <3
Cello! I always pick cello for this one.
And it usually works out just about like that. Nice job, Hazel -_-
Dinah, it doesn't matter how daintily you step out of that puddle, it doesn't change the fact that it's your own pee.
I'll give you one guess as to whose fault that puddle is.
O.O
I see.
Snow angels!
Hazel: Excellent, here comes my first victim.
Ivy: *is oblivious*
Ivy: What are you talking about, Hazel? I still don't see any aliens over there.
Hazel: *snicker* Just keep looking, I'm sure I saw one.
Ivy: I still don't see the-
Hazel: GOTCHA!
Ivy: HAHA! Good one!
Hazel: I know, right?? How awesome was that?!
Ivy: Seriously though, if you do that again, I'll put bugs in your bed while you're sleeping.
Hazel: Haha...heh... wait, really?
Thanks Kerith. We still haven't cleaned up the last puddle you left us with.
Well. Hello there, Skunk. Not sure who let you in the back door ~_^
Sweet, they had a pile of homework to work on.
Which is what every kid hopes for in a snow day, I'm sure.
Dinah: I hope he didn't notice my puddle...
Piper: I can't believe she left a puddle on the floor and she's not going to say anything about it.
Piper: So I noticed that your milkshake is still bringing your wife to the yard.
Piper: How does that work? Once you get all old and crotchety and stuff, I mean.
Banner: I'm starting to see where the lack of tact is coming from.
Thank you, Fox, for your unsolicited opinion. Move along now.
Dinah: Almost got it... Maybe just a bit more snow on the left side.
Dinah: There we go. That's one good lookin' snow man.
Nice job, Dinah. That's probably the only nice snowman we'll see in this legacy for a long time.
Penguin: He's beeeoooootiful.
Awwww.
No.
No forever.
Tracey: Okay, I think I've had my saccharine overdose for the day.
They are pretty much all over each other all the time.
(Tracey is, in fact, the man-maid's name.)
Oh you two.
Walk-by: That can't be good for arthritic joints.
Seriously.
Time to trade in a child for a moody teen!
Anne: My husband is smokin' hot!
Hazel: Grandma, if you could keep the swooning to a minimum, that'd be great. It IS my birthday, after all.
Anne: Sorry, dear. *pulls out noisemaker*
Hazel: Much better, thank you.
Okay, so maybe we're trading in a moody child for a moody teen.
Here's her turn-ons and turn-off.
She rolled the Fortune aspiration and wants to become a city planner.
Those are some darn fine genes.
Ivy, if you keep standing that close to the TV, you're going to need glasses.
Ivy: Shhhhh! My favorite part is coming on.
Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Dinah: Alright, now, say "bottle".
Jolene: *is silent*
Dinah: Bot-tle. C'mon, say it.
Jolene: *remains mute*
Dinah: Let me explain how this is going to work. I'm going to teach you to say bottle. If you don't learn to ask for it, you're going to be drinking this nasty spoiled one, k?
Dinah: Now... let's try this again. "Bottle".
Jolene: Bottle.
Dinah: That's Mommy's little angel.
Awww, more bonding?
Maybe not.
Jolene: What... what is this? I feel all... churney.
Jolene: Holy crap, look how long my arms are! I bet I can reach the top of my head now!
Not too shabby.
Here we see a child in it's natural habitat.
Let's observe and see what it does.
Ivy: Behold! The Muffin of Win.
Anne: Look, I don't want to talk about my horrible anniversary party.
Time to get Jolene into private school as well!
Someone knocked over the trash can. I'm not sure who it was... but when I find them *cracks knuckles*
Have to get the piles of homework done before the Headmaster comes over.
Hazel is thrilled, of course.
Here we go.
Well crap. That's not what we need now. Someone order some lobster, quick!
Since Dinah didn't get along with the Headmaster last time, I sent Piper out. I think it's going better.
Piper: No, you the man!
Headmaster: No, YOU the man!
*rolls eyes*
Dinah, not now!
Seriously guys?
*sigh*
Piper: No, YOU the man!
Headmaster: No, YOU the man, man!
Good Lord.
Hey. You two. Neither of you belong in either of those beds.
Banner: Do I smell lobster? Why didn't anyone call me?
Headmaster: Umm.... does anyone else see the senile man in his pajamas?
Nicely done.
Once again, not your beds.
Kerith: If I were still alive I'd sleep in my bed. OH WAIT. YOU SOLD IT!!
Hahahaha I can't believe she'd roll that fear. In THIS house. Let's see....
Begging karma to come around and bite you on the butt...
And an angry ghost. Yep, we have all the required ingredients for a scaring.
And Kerith does not disappoint.
Ivy's a bit more indifferent about the ghosts.
Ivy: Hey, I'm trying to do my homework, and you're messing with my lightsource. Think you could knock that off?
Galen: Oh... um. Sure, I guess. Sorry?
Ivy: Thanks.
Jolene finds a common bond with her grandfather.
Jolene: I didn't know you liked stormy grey pajamas too!
She quickly uses it to her advantage in order to get help with her homework.
Galen has other ideas, however.
Jolene: Does your near heart attack mean you're not going to help me with my homework?
Hazel: Oh my goodness, I saw the cutest heels online the other day.
Ivy: Ugh, why would you want those when you could have stompy boots?
Hazel: What would I need to stomp on?
Ivy: I dunno... puddles... rats. You know, things.
Bathroom smustle time.
/spam
Tracey: Excuse me, I can't clean the toilet if you're currently using it.
Anne: Well, I guess that means you're just going to have to give me a few minutes to finish up. Lock the door on your way out, would you?
I didn't know maids would fill in holes in the yard. That's quite handy.
Don't you have homework you should be working on?
Hazel: Nah, finished it already.
Really? What's that on the floor?
Hazel: I don't know what you're talking about.
Suuuuure.
What? Me? Chatting up the maid so that we can call him over to the university and see if he hits it off with any of the girls when they get older?
I can't believe you would accuse me of such a thing.
(I totally am.)
Jolene: Hey, we should totally be best friends.
Ivy: Okay, I guess.
Jolene: Just to be clear, though, you don't really stomp on rats, do you?
The ghosts are restless once again.
Banner: Maybe if I just keep eating and act like I don't see her, she'll leave me alone.
Banner: Nope, she sees me and she looks pissed. *keeps smiling while beating a hasty retreat out of the kitchen*
Ivy didn't get the memo.
Ivy: I'm gettin the heck out of here before I get scared again.
Galen: Oh you think so, do you? Challenge accepted.
Where are her parents while she's being terrified by ghosts?
Where they've been for pretty much this entire update.
Birthday time!
Nice outfit.
Here's what she likes and dislikes.
She rolled Family and has a burning need to raise 20 puppies or kittens. Yeah. Cause that's going to happen.
I told you you'd need glasses!
Seriously though, how adorable is she?
Well, that's the end of this update. I make no promises about when the next one will be, as I'm obviously horrible about keeping those. Not too long, I hope :)
Some toddler spam for you.
Jolene may not be the most adorable toddler I've ever had....
But it's not for lack of trying <3
Cello! I always pick cello for this one.
And it usually works out just about like that. Nice job, Hazel -_-
Dinah, it doesn't matter how daintily you step out of that puddle, it doesn't change the fact that it's your own pee.
I'll give you one guess as to whose fault that puddle is.
O.O
I see.
Snow angels!
Hazel: Excellent, here comes my first victim.
Ivy: *is oblivious*
Ivy: What are you talking about, Hazel? I still don't see any aliens over there.
Hazel: *snicker* Just keep looking, I'm sure I saw one.
Ivy: I still don't see the-
Hazel: GOTCHA!
Ivy: HAHA! Good one!
Hazel: I know, right?? How awesome was that?!
Ivy: Seriously though, if you do that again, I'll put bugs in your bed while you're sleeping.
Hazel: Haha...heh... wait, really?
Thanks Kerith. We still haven't cleaned up the last puddle you left us with.
Well. Hello there, Skunk. Not sure who let you in the back door ~_^
Sweet, they had a pile of homework to work on.
Which is what every kid hopes for in a snow day, I'm sure.
Dinah: I hope he didn't notice my puddle...
Piper: I can't believe she left a puddle on the floor and she's not going to say anything about it.
Piper: So I noticed that your milkshake is still bringing your wife to the yard.
Piper: How does that work? Once you get all old and crotchety and stuff, I mean.
Banner: I'm starting to see where the lack of tact is coming from.
Thank you, Fox, for your unsolicited opinion. Move along now.
Dinah: Almost got it... Maybe just a bit more snow on the left side.
Dinah: There we go. That's one good lookin' snow man.
Nice job, Dinah. That's probably the only nice snowman we'll see in this legacy for a long time.
Penguin: He's beeeoooootiful.
Awwww.
No.
No forever.
Tracey: Okay, I think I've had my saccharine overdose for the day.
They are pretty much all over each other all the time.
(Tracey is, in fact, the man-maid's name.)
Oh you two.
Walk-by: That can't be good for arthritic joints.
Seriously.
Time to trade in a child for a moody teen!
Anne: My husband is smokin' hot!
Hazel: Grandma, if you could keep the swooning to a minimum, that'd be great. It IS my birthday, after all.
Anne: Sorry, dear. *pulls out noisemaker*
Hazel: Much better, thank you.
Okay, so maybe we're trading in a moody child for a moody teen.
Here's her turn-ons and turn-off.
She rolled the Fortune aspiration and wants to become a city planner.
Those are some darn fine genes.
Ivy, if you keep standing that close to the TV, you're going to need glasses.
Ivy: Shhhhh! My favorite part is coming on.
Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you.
Dinah: Alright, now, say "bottle".
Jolene: *is silent*
Dinah: Bot-tle. C'mon, say it.
Jolene: *remains mute*
Dinah: Let me explain how this is going to work. I'm going to teach you to say bottle. If you don't learn to ask for it, you're going to be drinking this nasty spoiled one, k?
Dinah: Now... let's try this again. "Bottle".
Jolene: Bottle.
Dinah: That's Mommy's little angel.
Awww, more bonding?
Maybe not.
Jolene: What... what is this? I feel all... churney.
Jolene: Holy crap, look how long my arms are! I bet I can reach the top of my head now!
Not too shabby.
Here we see a child in it's natural habitat.
Let's observe and see what it does.
Ivy: Behold! The Muffin of Win.
Anne: Look, I don't want to talk about my horrible anniversary party.
Time to get Jolene into private school as well!
Someone knocked over the trash can. I'm not sure who it was... but when I find them *cracks knuckles*
Have to get the piles of homework done before the Headmaster comes over.
Hazel is thrilled, of course.
Here we go.
Well crap. That's not what we need now. Someone order some lobster, quick!
Since Dinah didn't get along with the Headmaster last time, I sent Piper out. I think it's going better.
Piper: No, you the man!
Headmaster: No, YOU the man!
*rolls eyes*
Dinah, not now!
Seriously guys?
*sigh*
Piper: No, YOU the man!
Headmaster: No, YOU the man, man!
Good Lord.
Hey. You two. Neither of you belong in either of those beds.
Banner: Do I smell lobster? Why didn't anyone call me?
Headmaster: Umm.... does anyone else see the senile man in his pajamas?
Nicely done.
Once again, not your beds.
Kerith: If I were still alive I'd sleep in my bed. OH WAIT. YOU SOLD IT!!
Hahahaha I can't believe she'd roll that fear. In THIS house. Let's see....
Begging karma to come around and bite you on the butt...
And an angry ghost. Yep, we have all the required ingredients for a scaring.
And Kerith does not disappoint.
Ivy's a bit more indifferent about the ghosts.
Ivy: Hey, I'm trying to do my homework, and you're messing with my lightsource. Think you could knock that off?
Galen: Oh... um. Sure, I guess. Sorry?
Ivy: Thanks.
Jolene finds a common bond with her grandfather.
Jolene: I didn't know you liked stormy grey pajamas too!
She quickly uses it to her advantage in order to get help with her homework.
Galen has other ideas, however.
Jolene: Does your near heart attack mean you're not going to help me with my homework?
Hazel: Oh my goodness, I saw the cutest heels online the other day.
Ivy: Ugh, why would you want those when you could have stompy boots?
Hazel: What would I need to stomp on?
Ivy: I dunno... puddles... rats. You know, things.
Bathroom smustle time.
/spam
Tracey: Excuse me, I can't clean the toilet if you're currently using it.
Anne: Well, I guess that means you're just going to have to give me a few minutes to finish up. Lock the door on your way out, would you?
I didn't know maids would fill in holes in the yard. That's quite handy.
Don't you have homework you should be working on?
Hazel: Nah, finished it already.
Really? What's that on the floor?
Hazel: I don't know what you're talking about.
Suuuuure.
What? Me? Chatting up the maid so that we can call him over to the university and see if he hits it off with any of the girls when they get older?
I can't believe you would accuse me of such a thing.
(I totally am.)
Jolene: Hey, we should totally be best friends.
Ivy: Okay, I guess.
Jolene: Just to be clear, though, you don't really stomp on rats, do you?
The ghosts are restless once again.
Banner: Maybe if I just keep eating and act like I don't see her, she'll leave me alone.
Banner: Nope, she sees me and she looks pissed. *keeps smiling while beating a hasty retreat out of the kitchen*
Ivy didn't get the memo.
Ivy: I'm gettin the heck out of here before I get scared again.
Galen: Oh you think so, do you? Challenge accepted.
Where are her parents while she's being terrified by ghosts?
Where they've been for pretty much this entire update.
Birthday time!
Nice outfit.
Here's what she likes and dislikes.
She rolled Family and has a burning need to raise 20 puppies or kittens. Yeah. Cause that's going to happen.
I told you you'd need glasses!
Seriously though, how adorable is she?
Well, that's the end of this update. I make no promises about when the next one will be, as I'm obviously horrible about keeping those. Not too long, I hope :)