Last time with the Diffys, we skipped ahead to the third generation with Cinnamon Bun and Emily in Strangetown. This time…
Fishing as usual.
Suddenly a fight breaks out between Loki and Circe Beaker.
Loki: “He wouldn’t have escaped if you’d kept a better eye on him, is all I mean.”
Circe: “I was a little distracted, y’know, with my PREGNANCY.”
Yes, that is their baby on the ground.
Circe: “It’s your fault for not – argh! – checking the lock!”
Loki: “You’re right, my sweet, precious, darling wife. I should’ve known better than to leave anything remotely challenging in your hands.”
Circe: “What I don’t understand, my adoring, caring, charming husband, is how such a genius could forget such a menial task as checking a lock.”
Emily: *ahem* “This is awkward.”
At least they are still taking care of the baby.
AWESOMENESS ACROSS TOWN.
Cinnamon Bun: “Leave! Save yourself!”
After such excitement, the Diffys like to chill by playing catch.
Emily: “Actually, ow!”
Emily: “Watch it! You hit my arm!”
Cinnamon Bun: “Sorry!”
Emily: “I like that horse!”
Horse: “I don’t like you!”
Quick! Save the Curious house from angry gnomes!
Firefighter: “Make sure you talk about our lack of proper meals here at the station.”
Ophelia: “You’ve already complained about the lack of TV channels, the annoying layout, and the small counters in the bathroom. I can only include so much in this report!”
Buzz Grunt: “General Grunt.”
Cinnamon Bun: “Right. Would you be able to give me a tattoo?”
Buzz Grunt: “I don’t have a problem with that.”
Cinnamon Bun: “Great. I’ll just see what it looks like.”
Buzz: “I am just as experienced as anyone who might randomly walk into this salon.”
The miscellaneous fun is tattoo addict once again, unfortunately General Buzz Grunt was the only other Sim at the salon.
Cinnamon Bun: “You’re really bringing up that old nickname?”
Emily: “I like it.”
Cinnamon Bun: “…I am actually okay with that.”
They had a good night.
Until I saw this. Jackpot of small pets!
One of the turtles bit her.
But she got the other two!
Granted, it’s the middle of the night and Emily is pretty tired, but she’s positive that she’s pregnant.
Cinnamon Bun: “You’re back. G’night, Em.”
Cinnamon Bun: “Oof, I should lay off the work outs.”
Cinnamon Bun: “Hey, you’re up. Feeling any better than yesterday?”
Emily: “I actually want to talk to you about that because I took a test last night and, well…”
Emily: “…I believe that I’m pregnant.”
Cinnamon Bun: “Oh wow, this is so exciting!”
Cinnamon Bun: “I love you.”
Emily: “I barely have a bump.”
Cinnamon Bun: “I think I can feel it!”
And now time for…Emily’s Pregnant Adventures!
Poles are hard to climb when you’re pregnant. And using one hand to carry a pregnancy book.
Emily: “Pregnant pole dancers have a challenging job.”
She made it the second time.
Eating for two is so not cheating.
The fact that she won is just coincidence.
Emily: “Thank you baby!”
Cinnamon Bun is being helpful.
Cinnamon Bun: “Ooooh.”
Cinnamon Bun: “Sounds good to me!”
Fishing with style.
To catch sharks!
And sell them. With love and care. For the baby.
Emily caught a rat which is now named Mr. Ratburn.
Playing chess in the park.
On the way back…
Emily: “A shooting star!”
Cinnamon Bun: “Em, are you ok? The house is right here, why did you stop?”
Cinnamon Bun: “Are you having the baby?!”
Emily: “I–I think so.”
Emily: “Let’s walk to the hospital, just in case.”
Cinnamon Bun: “Uh, are you sure? I can call a cab.”
Emily: “It’s not that far, let’s just go.”
So they did walk. Cinnamon Bun, being able to run, got there before Emily.
Even though he’s hungry, Cinnamon Bun proves his worth as a Sim husband by going into the hospital with Emily. Yes, this is still a big deal for me.
The newest Diffy that we’ve been blessed with is a grumpy genius whose favorite color is yellow. He is named Salem after the character from Sabrina, The Teenage Witch. Salem is our first and only child of the fourth generation.
His nursery room is decorated with yellow.
Speaking of decorating/renovations, I have made a pet room for our small pets. Three so far.
Next time: Taking care of rats, lizards, turtles, babies, what’s the difference?