Previously on the Chaos Legacy: Abby and Stiles got right to work producing potential heirs, and continued to be unbelievably competent, autonomously cleaning and cooking and using the toilet and taking themselves to bed when they are tired. GOOD GRIEF, PEOPLE, THIS IS AN ISBI, RIGHT?! The update ended with baby Brandon’s birth, and that’s where we’ll pick up.
(Note: I have the baby and toddler stages set to the minimum of two days, because I hate babies and toddlers.)
The first thing Abby does is take the baby to the rocking chair. This family and that rocking chair, I swear. That puppy picture sure is cute, though.
Then she autonomously put Brandon in his crib. Abby, you are way too competent.
Stiles immediately snagged the rocking chair. Don’t worry, Stiles, you’ll spend plenty of time in it going forward. *headdesk*
AUTONOMOUS BABY FEEDING.
The alien in that artwork is creepy. I may need to get rid of it.
Baby Brandon is fed and asleep, so it’s time to get to baby-making at least one more potential heir. (Spoiler: I had my sound on, and so I know this attempt was not successful. Boo. I want to get the baby and toddler stages over with immediately.)
Brandon: *sense Mom and Dad are busy* *screams*
Uh oh, traffic jam trying to autonomously take care of the baby. How sad for you both. But really for me, because this is as chaotic as the legacy gets, and I am sad. SAD. WOE IS ME, MY SIMS ARE TOO COMPETENT.
Leftover night! Stiles has autumn salad, I think, and Abby is still eating the spaghetti from her ice cream + spaghetti craving. And they’re talking about – is that the baby in a sling from a stork picture? Or is it clean dishes? I cannot tell. Either way, it suits them.
Stiles autonomously cares for Brandon, too, and of course sits with him in the rocking chair, non-reacting to his crying.
Stiles: What, do you want me to be a neglectful father?
Carla: Noooooo – but could you leave him on the floor once or twice, maybe?
Peeping. Tom. Zombies.
This game can be so weird.
Stiles: SO HUNGRY SOMEONE FEED ME JUST DROP IT IN MY MOUTH
Carla: Oh, feed yourself, I know you’ll do it anyway.
Carla: (Also, dirty.)
Carla: (Also, also, at least that’s a little bit chaotic.)
Stiles: FEEEEEEED MEEEEEEEEE
Carla: … Seymour?
PREGNANCY SUCCESS! I must not have grabbed a picture of the pre-woohoo cuddling this time, but the second attempt took. How exciting. We have our second potential heir on the way.
Also, Abby is clearly never going back to work. Poor woman. All she wants to do is become THE GREATEST DOCTOR IN THE WORLD.
Stiles autonomously skills. The least you could do is wait for Abby, who both needs the logic points and loves to play chess. (Abby was off following an opportunity card, where she fixed a local company’s tax issues, because someone in the medical career is totally equipped to do that. Unfortunately, my screencaps are still not capturing UI messages, and I am super frustrated by this. What the hell, game? I changed that setting.)
See? Now this is logical bonding. Abby, you continue to make the most adorable faces. I love you.
And team parenting. Autonomously. Adorable.
BUT WHY ARE YOU SO COMPETENT THERE IS NEVER GOING TO BE ANY CHAOS IN THIS GAME WOE WOE IS ME.
Carla: *boggles* OH MY GOD, STILES, YOU ACTUALLY LISTENED TO ME!
Stiles: What, a man’s gotta pee when a man’s gotta pee.
Carla: BABY ON THE FLOOR HOW CHAOTIC!
Carla: … oh dear, I am far too excited about this.
Stiles: Whoops, how’d you end up down there, Brandon? Better put you to bed right away.
Carla: *facepalm* Aaaaaand, he’s back to competency.
Then Stiles needed to go to work for the first time since he moved in, and I had to use his young adult command to hire a baby-sitter. The baby-sitter is wearing a beekeeping hat. Up close, it’s not too bad, but from a distance, it makes the baby-sitter have no face. CREEPY AS HELL.
(Also, baby-sitters/nannies are one of the things Sims 2 does so much better than Sims 3. Automatically tying the nanny to the schedule is something I miss a lot. … if Sims 3 has this capability, please tell me, because I’ve missed it.)
(Ok, actually what happened is that the first time around, I used Stiles’ young adult command to make him skip work, but then later that evening, I accidentally clicked his name to blow out the candles and not Brandon’s when birthday time came around, and couldn’t get it to quit, so I had to quit without saving and try again.)
Stiles: HOW MUCH ARE WE PAYING THE BABY-SITTER?!
That’s the baby-sitter’s car out front. Stiles is taking his own car to work. (Though I didn’t think to check if he had a driver for it.) Pretty fancy for a baby-sitter. Are your bees making gold instead of honey?
SEE? I TOLD YOU IT WAS CREEPY FROM A DISTANCE.
Baby-sitter: AT LAST, CHILD, I CAN DEVOUR YOUR SOUL.
Brandon: Umm, help? Anyone? Please?
(I thought I wrote down the baby-sitter’s name, but apparently I did not.)
What is Abby up to while her baby is being cared for by a monster? Well, she was redoing that opportunity card, and when she left the store, Xander was hanging around outside. SO OUR REVENGE BEGINS NOW.
Abby: You used me! You led me on! You broke my heart! And then you had the balls to ogle me when I was in horrific labor pains and try to play nice today of all days? The day of my son’s birth! When I am swimming with pregnancy hormones and haven’t been able to go to work for years? BAD DECISION, XANDER.
Abby yelled at him A LOT.
And then she slapped him silly!
Abby: *saving the poisoned apple for later*
All those women standing around cheered her on. I think Xander might have a reputation.
WHY IS THE BABY ON THE FLOOR?! You are supposed to be taking better care of him than that, creepy baby-sitter!
Baby-sitter: You told Stiles to put him on the floor.
Carla: … were you creepily stalking this family?
Baby-sitter: What was that? I can’t hear you over my bees.
Carla: SO CREEPY WHY DID THEY ENTRUST YOU WITH THEIR CHILD?
Oh, crap, that’s why he was on the floor, both his parents are out for Brandon’s birthday. Hi, toddler Brandon. So sorry your family is missing, and you grew up with only that creepy baby-sitter around.
Abby doesn’t have any time to celebrate Brandon’s birthday, because she’s too busy popping into the second trimester.
Abby: Oh, baby, I love you already, like your brother and your father and my wonderful clean house and playing chess and
Carla: Yeah, that’s right, teach them violence young, good job.
Baby: Woo, my mom kicked butt!
Brandon: FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Abby: Wait, weren’t you a lot smaller last time I saw you?
Abby: Wait, why am I having another one?! This one is loud!
Abby: Floor feeding is totally normal, right? *cracks knuckles*
Abby (off-screen): No, seriously, why are we having another one?
Abby: Guess what, kiddo. You’re big enough to
Abby: I’m soooooooooo bored, why am I doing this? *thinks about Stiles* My husband is a hottie, though. *finger guns*
Abby: Oh, there’s a baby in here. A baaaaaaaby. I’m so happy to be pregnant again.
Brandon: *trying to poop here*
Carla: Baby hormones getting to you, Abby?
Abby: Good job, kiddo.
Carla: But he didn’t learn anything!
You might think Stiles is reacting to his own body odor, but you would be wrong. He burnt dinner. For someone who obsessively autonomously cleans, he doesn’t seem to mind his own stench.
Brandon: *plotting world domination from inside the toy chest*
Carla: OH MY GOD THAT IS ADORABLE.
LOOK AT THAT! SO ADORABLE! And his first toy is a dinosaur. (Or maybe the Loch Ness Monster, but I’m going with dinosaur.) I know I can’t choose an heir this young, but that is a good way into my heart, kid!
Abby is adorable playing with Brandon. I was a little afraid he’d puke on her and she’d never want to touch him again, but nope, they just had fun.
Brandon: *autonomously skills before he can walk or talk*
Carla: I … should not be surprised.
I’m pretty sure that music skilling works better when (a) you aren’t chewing on the mallet and (b) aren’t somehow playing it while sitting in front of it.
Brandon wakes up first, and spends some time playing with his feet adorably (even though I don’t like toddlers or feet, so I’m not sure why I find this adorable).
Brandon: FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEED MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO STAAAAAAAAAAARVES A BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAABY
That peace didn’t last long at all.
After feeding him (on the floor, natch), Abby rolled the want to teach him to talk, which generally goes better than potty training.
Abby: Someday, when she doesn’t have all this time off for marriage and babies, Mommy will finally get to go back to work and maybe she’ll earn a promotion. Which better happen soon, because Mommy is nowhere near becoming a surgeon yet.
Brandon: Work it.
Meanwhile, Stiles breaks the sink. Thanks, Stiles! That always does wonders for Abby’s mood, especially when she’s pregnant.
And then he breaks the bathtub, too. THANKS, STILES.
Abby called the repairman, Stiles autonomously (and obsessively) mopped the floors again and again until things were fixed, and since the toddler years only last two days, it’s already time for another birthday for Brandon. This time, both his parents are home, even if Abby is exhausted. She didn’t drop the kid, and that’s what’s important.
Man, I am crap at actually taking pictures right after a birthday. No picture of child Stiles yet (and no good one at all), but here’s the new layout of the expanded house, with a child bedroom added to the nursery and playroom. Mostly because Brandon needed a bed.
Note the water puddles. Stiles stopped mopping when the repairman turned up, and hasn’t mopped since. THANKS, STILES.
Terrible shot of sleeping child Brandon. Look at him sprawl!
Abby: What if my baby is GHOST?! I’m making ghost noises, maybe it’s the baby!
Brandon became a child just in time, because it’s baby time!
This time, I let her stay at home instead of sending her to the hospital, in hopes that there would be more to see. And there is, more or less, but it took forever. I’m not sure I have the patience for home births. (As if playing this game is anything like real pregnancy, ha.)
Abby: *hee hoo hee hoo* Man *groan* birth *pant* is *pained grunt* sparkly. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW.
Abby: Sparkly baby, too.
Meet Babs, who also inherited her parents’ loner traits, and is a virtuoso, which I imagine comes from her father, what with his guitar and all. Plus her brother played with the toy xylophone forever as a toddler (well, the whole two days), so apparently music runs in the family.
So one of those two will be the heir and one will be the spare. Let the inheritance games begin!
Life-Time Wish Achievements: 0
Social Worker Visits: 0
Accidental Deaths: 0
Number of Special Tombstones (non-old age) vs. Total Death Count: 0/0
Pass-Outs (except fainting when someone sees a ghost): 0
Reach top of a career: 0