Rolling The Dice

[Caspin]

Poop Central

Ah, babies. Aren't they delightful! With their immense capacity to spray their excrement all over their surroundings, including their loved ones, should they be standing within range.

Vicky and Peggy went to prom, an American school event for teenagers to maximise their social awkwardness. Fortunately they didn't have to find dates, since they were already together. The photos they brought home suggested that they had a good time and didn't take it or themselves too seriously, which is always best, I find.




They needed a night off from looking after William. He seems to fill his nappy at a faster rate than most sim babies. Why oh why?!

Peggy did the lion's share of the childcare. She seemed to enjoy it, apart from the occasional projectile poo situation at the changing table (the horror!) and the screaming and the constant demands.




There were fun moments as well - like holding William aloft immediately after feeding time, thus running the risk of being puked on as well as shat upon. Good times!




She's brave, is our Peggy. But at last it was time for William's birthday! Vicky made good use of her creative skills in the kitchen, whipping up a massive celebratory cake.




They threw a small party, at which Vanessa moved from guest to guest, flirting relentlessly. Half the town is in love with her at the moment. It's exhausting.




Why so happy, Hank? Best not to ask.




William aged up without further ado and EA dressed him in a delightful pink top that clashed wonderfully with his loverly ginger hair [please note this is not sarcasm - I like red hair]. It makes a nice change from all the black hair in the household.




Poor Peggy continued being the primary influence in his life, teaching him to talk and other essential activities.




Her patience at the potty is commendable. But why must toddlers take a crap on a bear's head? Even William does not look impressed with this plan.




Return of Veronica

The very same night, Veronica came home from Art School in France, all grown up. I am sure her painting must have improved but nothing else has. I must have done something very naughty in a previous simming life, as the game has decided that, as though her traits were not already irritating enough, that she would be awarded the dramatic trait from her time away at school. Yes, good, thank you! Why not add just one more extra-melodramatic teen to this household, bringing me to a total of three!




I think I may have to hold some more birthdays as I don't think I can tolerate a trio of teens!

A Gift From The Mob?

After an exhausting day of shagging guests at her baby son's birthday, ditching all childcare responsibilities onto her oldest daughter's live-in girlfriend and having her most difficult child return to her in a terrible mood and with a new propensity for high drama, Vanessa decided to get to bed and catch up on some sleep.

But what was this?




Vanessa: There is a horse's head. In my bed.

She placed in on the table and stared at it. What could it mean?