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Namaqua still isn't allowed to talk to anyone, so I've left her to do her own thing whilst she's in Silence land.
All that really achieves though is one very active toddler getting up to no good.
Albie: My Mumma don't wanna talk to me *giggle*
Albie: Will YOU talk to me?
Thankfully, the more vocal member of the house arrives home from work, just in time to help Albie blow out the candles on his birthday cake.
Albie seems to inherited those overly gigantor eyes from Spike (which we already knew from toddler hood), which I'm not 100% sure about. I'm sure they'll look a million times better when he's full sized and not pint sized.
Spike: Dude, she doesn't need to talk to turn me on. I mean, look at the way she's hoovering up her dinner there. *sexy growl*
Still without noise - well noise of the talking variety.
That's not twins is it?
OH FINE. I'LL CUT YOU SOME SLACK AND LET YOU VOCALIZE.
Namaqua: I'm not a freaking scientologist, ya'know.
Spike wishes she was. He needs sleep.
It's a girl named Ibis!
Spike: She might have woken me up from such much needed beauty sleep but YAY baby!
Albie: I like babies!
I love how Albie now sleeps in bed with Namaqua when Spike works nights.
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Well, a certain someone grew up and I don't have any pictures for you. Oh well, you all know the drill.
She's damn cute though!
Seriously, the awesome. It kills me.
Oh look! I didn't forget about Namaqua's LTW after all.
Although I didn't have this scenario in mind for a few more Sim days yet.
Gypsy: Why don't you call me no more, Namaqua?
This is why.
Their date went so badly that she stole Albie's Garden Gnome.
Good for you!
Ibis: Excuse me, but I appear to be leaking.
Sorry honey, Mummy is talking to the Genie for assistance with a longer life.
Fantastic! It's like a mini-ISBI!
Because I went all ISBI style, I decided to let the hands of fate (otherwise known as my husband) choose this chance card.
He won't be doing it again.
and because Namaqua was at work, I had to let Spike find little Ibis all of his own accord.
It took about 3 hours but he did it!
Only to have Namaqua storm in the house, back from work, all ready to birthday up the joint.
Ibis inherited Namaqua's lovely nose!
Oh great, Spike. Just go and get yourself all sick when I can't control you and send you to bed straight away.
At least I can attempt to sooth my anxieties from not being able to micromanage the house by allowing Namaqua to "assist" Albie with his homework.
Although autonomous moments like these do make my heart melt just that little bit.
DAMN IT! STOP GOING OUTSIDE TO KILL COCKROACHES!
That just looks painful.
Ibis: Why doesn't Albie get sick, huh?
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and I think that's Date Number 10. Only 40 more to go! (Ergggghhhhhhhh)
Umm. Simon Queue. What are you doing in this house?
Simon: Well, my Dad finally bought that Harp that he was, well, harping on about, so now I'm over here hanging out with Albie just to get away from it all. Can I move in here? You lot seem a bit more sane.
I wouldn't say that young man. Do you think this family is sane? Maybe they have something that's ready to be revealed. I guess we'll find out next time.