2.3.
all right, let's get to it! last time, Greta proved to me that her lady balls are bigger than previously thought by getting brought home by the cops - twice. little Sienna was born, went through her toddler years and aged into a beeee-autiful little lady, and we checked in on some of the spares and their offspring.
Sienna: *continues to worm her way into my heart one scorched muffin at a time* <3
DON'T. EVEN. hale to the naw, your baby making days are DONE.
Greta: Gross.
Mary-Anne continues to be-pop around the house all blissful and grandmotherly.
that's enough out of you, Sienna. i already <3 you far too much as it is.
Dakota: Cut your hair, hippie.
Ethan: A fire, die in one.
Mary-Anne: My spidey senses are tingling.
Mary-Anne: Oh snap.
her expression is PERFECTION: O_O looool
Ethan: Do I sense someone being given back into the Earth's bosom!?
*facepalm*
Sienna: *adorable gasp of heartbreak*
OMG STOP BEING SO DAMN CUTE. it is seriously KILLING ME.
Ethan: THE FUCK!?
Death: *is indifferent to Mary-Anne's pleading*
what a dick.
*collective tragedy and heartbreak*
Greta: WHO IS GOING TO DO MY LAUNDRY NOW!?
okay, this actually made me really kind of sad. stop it Charlie, you're making me misty eyed.
Sienna: *cake numbs the pain*
Charlie and Dakota played ball to cope. i <3 u Charlie.
*plays mournful ballad*
Meadow: I am gonna miss Grandma Doyle.
Greta: Yeah. She made kick ass apple pancakes.
i can see where your priorities lie, Greta dear.
Dakota: Midnight munchies are the worst, man.
Margaret is making a nice family meal, though i am reasonably certain that Ethan is going to be puking that back up in an hour. vegetarians. pfffff.
Grandma Doyle shows up in her swimsuit. there is no pool, so i have no idea why. she lost her marbles when she turned into a ghost.
okay then.
Sienna's birthdaaaaaayyyyyyyyy.
GAH! THE CUTE! *asplodes* she rolled childish, which kind of suits her really.
so. damn. cute.
i decided to take the kids to France before the 80's came in full force, sort of a last hoorah. Sienna nabbed a book first thing. she truly is her father's daughter.
the boys didn't know what to do with themselves.
Dakota: Well. This is... uh... very French-like. And shit.
Greta, i don't care if that is how the French greet people, that man's nose is huge for one thing, and he is WAY too old for you.
still too old.
and so is that one! you ho!
Greta: IDGAF if this is going straight to my hips, this shit is AWESOME.
... <3 SFM.
hmm... is that... sisterly bonding about to commence?
lucky for Sienna, her childish trait isn't putting her sister off.
unfortunately for the boys, we had rolling black outs in the area, and i hadn't saved in a looooong time, so i lost all of my France progress, and didn't get to get pictures of the boys running around hitting on French ladies. i was too lazy to go through it all again, so, sorry boys. maybe i will take a special trip with them later on.
back home Sienna makes use of the playground that she is now too big for.
Sienna: Pfffffff. I will never be too old for this shit.
helping her mom with the garden, which has been somewhat neglected.
here's Meadow in daylight. she is unique looking.
and this is Shelly, Jack and Delilah's daughter.
cousins! there have been a lot of girls this generation.
Meadow came by the house to hang with her favorite cousins.
Dakota: Do you think mom and dad can smell pot on this jacket? Shit. Should've sprayed it with more cologne.
Ethan, that is your COUSIN. stop it!
*totally just looked at her boobs*
omg, pervert.
Sienna: I like art.
Dakota: Dude, STFU.
i don't blame Ethan. she's a hottie.
Meadow: School is totally lame.
Sienna: Ditto.
Sienna: I like music.
Meadow: I like rockets.
Both: OMG BFF'S!!!!!!!
*tries not to think about Meadow's boobs*
oh lord.
Greta: Like, thinking is soooo hard.
i know how you feel, Meadow. *pats*
i love it when Cousins get along so well. it's just so cute.
*smolder*
Meadow: Uncle Charlie, school is so LAME.
Charlie: *hopes Ethan stops staring at his nieces ta-ta's*
Greta: Life. It's so shitty.
Mary-Anne: Boo, you whore.
Ethan: Hope you're enjoying your FLESH. KILLER.
Sienna: Goddamn you are such a buzzkill.
DERP.
that picture has no purpose other than to showcase Sienna and her adorableness. i am so biased.
all right, that's all for now! next time: the 80's. aw yiss.
Sienna: *continues to worm her way into my heart one scorched muffin at a time* <3
DON'T. EVEN. hale to the naw, your baby making days are DONE.
Greta: Gross.
Mary-Anne continues to be-pop around the house all blissful and grandmotherly.
that's enough out of you, Sienna. i already <3 you far too much as it is.
Dakota: Cut your hair, hippie.
Ethan: A fire, die in one.
Mary-Anne: My spidey senses are tingling.
Mary-Anne: Oh snap.
her expression is PERFECTION: O_O looool
Ethan: Do I sense someone being given back into the Earth's bosom!?
*facepalm*
Sienna: *adorable gasp of heartbreak*
OMG STOP BEING SO DAMN CUTE. it is seriously KILLING ME.
Ethan: THE FUCK!?
Death: *is indifferent to Mary-Anne's pleading*
what a dick.
*collective tragedy and heartbreak*
Greta: WHO IS GOING TO DO MY LAUNDRY NOW!?
okay, this actually made me really kind of sad. stop it Charlie, you're making me misty eyed.
Sienna: *cake numbs the pain*
Charlie and Dakota played ball to cope. i <3 u Charlie.
*plays mournful ballad*
Meadow: I am gonna miss Grandma Doyle.
Greta: Yeah. She made kick ass apple pancakes.
i can see where your priorities lie, Greta dear.
Dakota: Midnight munchies are the worst, man.
Margaret is making a nice family meal, though i am reasonably certain that Ethan is going to be puking that back up in an hour. vegetarians. pfffff.
Grandma Doyle shows up in her swimsuit. there is no pool, so i have no idea why. she lost her marbles when she turned into a ghost.
okay then.
Sienna's birthdaaaaaayyyyyyyyy.
GAH! THE CUTE! *asplodes* she rolled childish, which kind of suits her really.
so. damn. cute.
i decided to take the kids to France before the 80's came in full force, sort of a last hoorah. Sienna nabbed a book first thing. she truly is her father's daughter.
the boys didn't know what to do with themselves.
Dakota: Well. This is... uh... very French-like. And shit.
Greta, i don't care if that is how the French greet people, that man's nose is huge for one thing, and he is WAY too old for you.
still too old.
and so is that one! you ho!
Greta: IDGAF if this is going straight to my hips, this shit is AWESOME.
... <3 SFM.
hmm... is that... sisterly bonding about to commence?
lucky for Sienna, her childish trait isn't putting her sister off.
unfortunately for the boys, we had rolling black outs in the area, and i hadn't saved in a looooong time, so i lost all of my France progress, and didn't get to get pictures of the boys running around hitting on French ladies. i was too lazy to go through it all again, so, sorry boys. maybe i will take a special trip with them later on.
back home Sienna makes use of the playground that she is now too big for.
Sienna: Pfffffff. I will never be too old for this shit.
helping her mom with the garden, which has been somewhat neglected.
here's Meadow in daylight. she is unique looking.
and this is Shelly, Jack and Delilah's daughter.
cousins! there have been a lot of girls this generation.
Meadow came by the house to hang with her favorite cousins.
Dakota: Do you think mom and dad can smell pot on this jacket? Shit. Should've sprayed it with more cologne.
Ethan, that is your COUSIN. stop it!
*totally just looked at her boobs*
omg, pervert.
Sienna: I like art.
Dakota: Dude, STFU.
i don't blame Ethan. she's a hottie.
Meadow: School is totally lame.
Sienna: Ditto.
Sienna: I like music.
Meadow: I like rockets.
Both: OMG BFF'S!!!!!!!
*tries not to think about Meadow's boobs*
oh lord.
Greta: Like, thinking is soooo hard.
i know how you feel, Meadow. *pats*
i love it when Cousins get along so well. it's just so cute.
*smolder*
Meadow: Uncle Charlie, school is so LAME.
Charlie: *hopes Ethan stops staring at his nieces ta-ta's*
Greta: Life. It's so shitty.
Mary-Anne: Boo, you whore.
Ethan: Hope you're enjoying your FLESH. KILLER.
Sienna: Goddamn you are such a buzzkill.
DERP.
that picture has no purpose other than to showcase Sienna and her adorableness. i am so biased.
all right, that's all for now! next time: the 80's. aw yiss.