2.8. One Big, Happy FamilyGratuitous toddler pictures! Just a little bit…
With the next baby on the way, the house was getting crowded, but I didn’t really mind. We were more people than even when dad was alive, and I saw Mum getting kind of misty eyed thinking about it.
“He would have been so happy to see this,” she said, looking at both her grandchildren and me and Junior.
And dad definitely would have loved it with Hector around. He wasn’t as cowardly as Ariadne, but he came running to us and swore that there were monsters under the bed and refused to sleep in it for some time.
I believed him, of course, though my mother and Junior told him there was nothing to worry about – such things don’t exist.
“They’re lying,” I told him. “I met a mummy once… it wasn’t under a bed, though.”
Hector’s eyes were big as I told him the story of my adventure into the tomb. I let mum and Junior roll their eyes as much as they liked – adventurers knew what it was all about. How could they know?
Perhaps Hector wasn’t exactly an adventurer, but he did tell me that he intended to be a detective one day. I even heard him interrogating his father.
“Excuse me, sir,” he said. “Have you experienced any suspicious behaviour around here?”
“Well… I did lose my beach ball. And I think your mother swallowed it.”
“I HEARD THAT.”
Our little kitty grew into a big kitty soon, and turned out to be quite the handsome cat, and it wasn’t too long after that the next baby Ithaca appeared.
Well… babies.
Two little girls, twins, Kleio and Thalia. With these, things soon sped up – days just flew by and before we knew it, the two of them were toddlers.
Kleio was a little genius, and excitable, too. Mum was the one who recommended we colour code their clothing, like she had with the three of us, and Kleio we dressed in orange.
Thalia was dressed in hot pink, and while a bit neurotic, we found she had the kindest heart of all the children. Even though she was young, she always did her hardest to cheer anyone up when they were sad.
With four children on our hands, things were suddenly a blur of birthdays and homework and potty training. Somewhere along the way, though, I’d just stopped being nervous. I could deal. At least we weren’t two people in a shack with triplets. Mum assured me that I had no reason to envy her that at all.
[Author’s note: Namey fun!
Kleio (in English usually Clio): One of the nine muses, the daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne. Kleio is the muse of history.
Thalia: Another of the muses, she’s the muse of comedy and idyllic poetry.
If I hated myself, it would be fun to have a sim have nine kids named after all the muses but ha ha ha, no.]
