A lot has happened recently. Too much to be honest, and fitting it in here, is proving really difficult for me.
Firstly, my family (meaning brothers and sisters).
Tristan and Violet, decided (thanks to the intervention of my 'Sim Goddess), to grow up fast, and skip their childhoods completely.
(cue, growing up piccies)
Actually, nothing much happened really. Only tie up the phone all the time,
raiding the fridge and eating Mom & Dad out of house and home.
Oh, Violet tried to be useful with repairs and Tristan made fusses over their younger siblings, but in the end....
They felt they were getting shoved out thanks to the attention the others were getting. So, the 'Sim Goddess' decided to push things forward.... slightly.
Tristan and Violet have followed in the footsteps of Dad, Mom and myself. And are now at college, studying hard and hoping to either join or found a Greek House.
Here's the thing....
I'm not sure about Violet, she's very strong minded. After all, she stood up to that girl when she started picking on Tristan. Good on her, defending quiet little Tristan.
But shy, quiet, studious, Tristan, well..
He's practically guaranteed a place at Dorian's Frat House. Thanks to gorgeous George.
It's not favouritism.
It's just that George .... well....
.... let's just say, pickings for him are very slim indeed. And he's starting to develop a little 'crush' on my kid brother.
I'm not entirely sure how Tristan feels about this.
But we'll find out soon enough.
Violet grew up pretty well, looking a lot like myself, when I was at college (oh those heady days, how I miss them.... not LOL)
But Tristan, well....
I hope he grows 'into' that weak chin and over-sculpted face of his....
... I really do hope so.
At least they've settled in well at college, staying at the same dorm Dorian and I shared. Oh, happy memories.
Anyways..... back to our lives.. Dorian's and mine.
I love Dorian with all my heart. Truly I do. And I missed him whilst he was at college, getting his degree.
It's great having an apartment full of people, but there's none so lonely as myself, feeling Dorian's absence quite sharply.
Although, I've noticed lately, that some of my neighbours aren't really getting on that well. Guess I'd better keep my head down, and stay out of their arguments.
Even on the rare occasion when I invite Mom and Dad over (Dad seems to be very busy at work most of the time), I am glad to see them, but I still miss Dorian. Am I pathetic? I hope not.
When he did come over, after getting some free study days, we... *ahem* ... kind of made up for lost time (if you know what I mean)
But those last few months went by pretty quickly and he graduated, with honours. Being the quiet, retiring type however.... Dorian chose NOT to wear the ceremonial gown and mortar board (thanks to a glitch in game) and went straight into a small gathering of close friends and family for his graduation party.
All I can say is... with previous experiences on parties, Mom, not exactly being the 'best' hostess, I had my misgivings about this one too. And it looked as though my fears were coming to fruition.
However, thanks to Gorgeous George (and the fact that Dorian and I ended up together on the settee in a hot clinch, that the party ended up as a Roof Raiser.
Well.... what do you think of my handsome man? Doesn't he look smart and tidy in his suit?
Actually, if you look closer, he looks as uncomfortable as hell, preferring his old 'slobby' clothes to hang around in.
But still. At least he made an effort anyway.
Well.
We decided (after I came home from work wearing the most ridiculous work outfit of my life) to 'Try for a Baby'.
Things gotten a little complicated though. According to 'she from above', this option didn't come up. So.... with divine intervention.... (and the help of a wonderful little hack called the SimBlender), the ball was set a-rolling.
I hope.
However. As there wasn't a lullaby sound, we weren't quite sure if it worked (not for the lack of trying, I can tell you). I think Dorian was a little worried......
So, after a long chat, we agreed to adopt a child. Give some poor kiddie the opportunity of a lifetime, to have loving, wonderful parents.
In the meantime, Dorian kept himself busy around the apartment, keeping on top of the repairs....
.... skilling like crazy, and reading up about being good parents...
.... oh and sucking up to the landlord, to see if we could get the rent a little cheaper, now that we were going to have another mouth to feed.
(oh BTW, didn't work, but at least he's on friendly terms with us all).
The very next day, the Social Worker arrived.
And sat, nervously in the back seat.
Was Melanie.
Poor little tyke, bless her.
I was busy cleaning and tidying up, but Dorian was the first one to greet Melanie and they bonded exceptionally well. So much so that she's now officially 'Daddy's Girl'.
(cue gratuitous cutie pie piccies)
He reads to her and sings nursery rhymes to her.
Between us though, we helped her with her speech (bright child really, picked everything up rather quickly), walking and potty training.
She's a whiz on the xylophone too, gaining several creativity skills. Which means that her predestined hobby is .... Music & Dance. So much so that she loves to dance along with the music on the stereo. I can foresee great things for our little girl in the future.
She's an Aries, bad tempered and impatient.
Especially when she wakes up from her naps. Always screaming for us, especially Dorian.
What a set of lungs on her.... really. We love her to bits though. Truly. Apart from her high demands, she is quite an angel.
And she really really adores Daisy.
Not sure about the sentiments from Daisy however. But still, time will tell. Time will tell.
But that's not the end of the story..
And now for the rest of the news.
Remember how I told you that we weren't sure if I was pregnant or not? I think Dorian is psychic. Or the fact that he just 'knows' things.....
He dropped BIG hints about buying some toys in. I genuinely thought that they were for Melanie.
Nope.
With no morning sickness to pre-warn me, I was taken completely off guard. And found that I WAS pregnant, and well along too.
I take after Mom. I sailed through this pregnancy with very little discomfort. Going to bed when tired, eating well, keeping myself occupied.
And then it happened.
Shortly after Melanie's arrival.
Middle of the night. Neighbours nicely rounding up an impromptu party in the apartment to celebrate Melanie's arrival and achievements.
My water broke.
And then the pain.
Everybody ran when they heard my screams.
All except Dorian, who was sound asleep and almost slept through it all, had I not been yelling my lungs out.
Labour took a little while before the arrival of......
TWINS!!!!!
Mom... Dad... it's all YOUR fault. Somewhere along the line, one of you has the 'twin gene' and it's been passed along to me.
Thanks..... thanks a LOT!!!
*sigh* this is going to be tricky. How on earth are we going to manage? At least Mom and Dad are ecstatic. We're inviting them over for a party to celebrate the new arrivals (and possibly weasel out a little babysitting/grandma/grandpa time so we can have a little peace and quiet now and then).
So I'll introduce you to our new arrivals.
Welcome to the family....
Angus (notice the black hair? Takes after Dad for that one) with his sombre, serious face
and
Stephanie, bright and laughing and cheerful, with blonde hair like Dorian & I.
Both of them have inherited Dorian's blue eyes.
Three kids in the house.
It's going to be hell.
Are we too young to have kids? I think not. Can we cope? I hope so.
Here's a gratuitous shot of Melanie for you all.
Now isn't she adorable?
We're going to be really busy with the kids, so updates will be few and far between. But I promise that I WILL keep you all informed on our rapidly extending family.
Ta ta for now, gotta go, it's bath time for the twins....
.. wonderful....
Helen
