"You had your own hospital gown!? Where did you get it from?" |
Being a dad is something I have thought about a lot. I really liked my dad and I really wanted to have a little person to share experiences with. And to play games with. But I hadn't realised exactly how stressful it would be or how quickly they grow up.
I am sure I didn't grow up that quickly.
When Alex told me that it was time to go I didn't know what she meant. We didn't have any plans to go out and I had just been to the bathroom. I told her that but that is she wanted to go to the toilet I could pause the film...
She hit me with a cushion.
She meant to the hospital, the baby was wanting to come out and she said she wasn't having it at home. I was so excited and scared.... and a bit nauseous.... and kinda gassy.
But I remebered what I had to do, my role, I called a taxi, we don't have a car. No sims do, except the taxi drivers. I wonder where they get them from? If I was a taxi driver would I get a car? And keep it at home? How do you become a taxi driver? There's never job vacancies when you look? Perhaps they work for themselves? But then where do they get the car?
"Relax Mrs. Bustamante. I've been doing this for days." |
So I didn't.
I peaked through the window and could see him using a machine. It looked like a really fun game. I wish I could have a go. I love games. I think I am going to buy an arcade machine. *Ptchewww Ptchewww Brrrrrtrrttrr...*
"Just...need..to...get the power...up! Gotcha!" |
When she came out of the delivery room she had a little bundle of baby and then when we got home we discovered another one that matched!
We called them Jordon and Kyle.
"Hey there, Jordon" |
"Hey, there Kyle" |
It seemed like they were only babes for a few days and then suddenly they were all grown up. They look so similar and Alex wants them dressed the same. It doesn't seem to to bother them but it makes my brain hurt sometimes.
"No...no....he's my reflection." |
If Alex can squeeze in a pool then we can squeeze in a kids toy.
"You're behind you!" |
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