Miguel is excited to be a father. He’s also very hungry.
The twins get plenty of attention. Since they don’t have to have their cries carry across the abyss that is the living room, the parents hear them.
Alivia came over, and surprise surprise, she’s a mom too. To a little girl about the same age as the twins. No idea who is watching the baby-she’s a single mom.
Marjorie still needs to get a breakthrough every now and then. Miguel is helping her out.
Marjorie decided to go visit Alivia to see her niece.
Niece might have been terrified of her.
She also chatted it up with her half-brother, Noe. Who I completely forgot existed.
Back at home, Miguel asked her to marry him. She said yes. (I then forgot they did this.)
I was under the mistake impression they had a lot more time, since the twins are babies. But they had the babies somewhat late. They do not have a lot more time. So it’s back to the ray gun.
She takes a break when Alivia stops by. Sometimes. Alivia is always over. I don’t think she knows her daughter’s name.
Look at Miguel, getting those promotions in the military career.
The twins grew up! I know Alijah is independent, but I can’t remember what Alvetta was.
Besides adorable of course. They hired a nanny so both parents could go to work. I stayed home with the kids.
So did Alivia, of course.
Miguel is much better with the sparring robot now. He doesn’t look so pitiful slapping it.
The twins have a bedroom now. It’s cute. This apartment is just so huge!
Marjorie is a good mom, for the most part. She does leave a lot of the caretaking to the nanny and Miguel, but she doesn’t ignore her kids.
She even reads them bedtime stories!
The twins are getting their movement skill just by walking from the bedroom to the kitchen…Their old bed area has been turned into a nice entry.
Marjorie here is wishing she’d only had one kid. She loves them both, but it’s so mcuh work!
I decided to follow her to work. She loves going to work, since it gives her a reprieve from tantrums.
Most of her coworkers are new now though. The few old timers left are…well old.
Marjorie makes a great grand breakfast. She’s sad because somebody died, but we don’t know who.
Even the toddlers get to sit at the big table.
Then they go dancing while Marjorie gets her last logic skill point.
They’re working on skills here, but I’m not too concerned about getting them happy toddler, nevermind top notch.
Miguel has to go jogging for work now. I like that more than marching around. He kept marching outside the apartment and right back in. It took micromanaging him to get that task done.
I love how he looks like he isn’t quite sure about this game.
Alivia came over. Again. And just helped herself to our food. Go home Alivia.
I won’t lie. I wasn’t paying a ton of attention to the game at this point, because this lot was so glitchy for me. It lagged a ton which made it annoying to play (and why I took a break from it), and then there’s this whole “toddler throwing up plates makes them disappear until you load in the next time when they are floating there and now you know why Miguel always thinks the place sucks”
On another note, Marjorie maxed out cooking.
Alivia came by to help with the toddlers. I realized they both just needed one more point in thinking to get happy toddler, so I gave it a half attempt.
Hunger and the desire to throw chili on their beds won over though, and no happy toddler.
Because it’s finally their birthday!
I’m so excited. Marjorie looks like she can see the end of the tunnel.
It’s also Miguel’s birthday. I’m running out of time!
Alijah grew up to be a rambunctious scamp who loves cats. Alvetta grew up to be a social butterfly who is a child of the ocean. (I got island living, whooo)
Miguel went to inspect the toddler room and found another floating bowl of grossness. He just turned around and left.
Marjorie is busy making those simoleons. I could probably do something besides the chairs, but they’re easy. I don’t want to remodel the toddler bedroom because the plan was to move when the kids were kids, but they’re a little short of what they need.
It doesn’t help that Miguel tires super easily, so one bout of sparring with the robot drains him.
He decides to retire and take up painting. I needed something for him to do with all his free time, and we needed money…
Don’t worry though, I don’t chain him to the easel.
Marjorie is so tired o the twins asking for beds. What’s wrong with the couches?
Sure, it might be a little hard to go to sleep when everyone is watching TV, but at least they have a roof over their heads!
Nah, she’s working really hard to get enough money to move. I built the shell of the next penthouse because I find it easier to build when I don’t have sims on the lot. (Especially the next lot, because it sucks to build on for some reason).
Alijah and Alvetta became good friends. I had plans for them, but this is in the way of them. I’ll have to figure out another way to move to the next challenge. Why couldn’t you two dislike each other?!
It’s Winterfest! Marjorie slaved over that tofurkey meal.
Then they all decorated the tree. And I realized that one of Marjorie’s transforming fires burnt up the rug. I replaced it.
Alijah asked Father Winter for a bed once his parents were asleep.
Alvetta was more practical and asked for a toy.
Tomorrow they’ll get their own beds! Because I’m finally done with this apartment! Clocking in at 63k, it’s on the lower end of the required amount, but I didn’t want to litter it with weird stuff.