Sims 2: We Call Our World Steve

[sheelal]

Trying to keep a semi-steady schedule with these. We’ll see how I do.

We return to the happy home of Babette Ehrengard and Grant McKinley.

Grant’s thinking cap and a giant robot figurine that Babette dug up somewhere. No real reason, I just found myself taking pictures from the floor while trying to use Special Camera Mode. This happens a lot.

This is how Babette spends her voluntary free time. Even when she desperately needs sleep, she loves fishin’.

I forgot to kick Robin Hood out for a while, so she was just there reading magazines for a while.

Grant gets the weekend off, so I had him fill in one of Babette’s treasure digs.

I also decided to spend a little extra they had over the Baby Fund to build a greenhouse. After all, they’re going to have to live on something other than fish if they’re going to regularly make it through the winter, and I really don’t want anyone turning into Plant Sims just yet. (Maybe later.)

Guess who eventually had to tell Robin to go home. Hint: it wasn’t Grant.

He’s too busy with his diary.


He’s a sensitive soul, see. The unexamined life is not worth living!

Meanwhile, Pregnant Babette has no time for wasting on diaries. With her free will, she likes stargazing…


…AND MORE FISHIN’, DAMN IT. Even in a rainstorm! Especially in rainstorm, with the want “get hit by lightning”. (Didn’t happen. Good thing, too, you crazy pregnant legacy founder.)

Finally, baby time!

Really not an easy time for either of them.

CLOSE UPS:

And then, out of nowhere, I am suddenly taking more pictures of the floor.


I thought it was hilarious, and I guess it counts as good advertisement for Bloom’s SexyFeet Replacements. Also, that plate: Grant dropped it when Babette went into labor. Sim Labor is not complete without plates or pizza on the floor.

Almost there…

BEHOLD!

They named him Steve.

“You are so much cuter outside of me!”

Grant couldn’t take much more of this. Before the cooing was over, he was already grilling.

Manly Men Do Not Coo At Babies. Manly Men GRILL FISH. (That their wives their girlfriends Babette reeled in.)

Of course, it’s time for a little parenting fail for Babette, too!

It’s not really fail; it’s a hilarious custom crib. Unfortunately, the matching “changing table” box tower freezes the game until I boolprop-delete it, which I guess is because I don’t have Free Time or Apartment Life, due to an unfortunate case of Playing On A Mac. Jury is still out on the toys or potty recolors, because I’m not buying anything else until Steve’s a toddler.

Until next time!