Phoebe's World XVI: The Next Generation
Previously: The New Year arrived with a bang in the form of a marriage, a pregnancy announcement, a stubborn toddler, and, sadly, the death of a beloved pet.
In case you need to be reminded, the world is awful and Shirley Temple (the cat) is dead. She will forever rest in peace atop the bar, which seems the only suitable place for her remains.
Everyone in the household is reacting to her death a little differently. Joaquin takes to busking in the streets with sad ballads about dead pets, which will surely have the tips pouring in in no time.
Elliot sadly eats leftover birthday cake on the cold, hard kitchen floor, which is probably the most relatable response.
Jane finds comfort in yoga now that it's warm enough to work out in the backyard again, and Aahana tends to her garden.
Which is a little bittersweet, by the way, because with everyone so caught up in Shirley Temple's death, her cowplant's brief life has also ended. Poor thing never even got to swallow a Sim, so I'm not sure we can say it ever truly lived.
Meanwhile, Phoebe is choosing to live in absolute denial by carrying around and petting the ghost of Shirley Temple like she never even died at all.
From death springs new life: Aahana has gone into labor.
Aahana: Okay, girl, you've done this before and you can do it again. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.
Aahana: Babe, where are you going? I haven't even finished checking in yet.
Somehow, I really don't think those computers are meant to be used for desperately updating one's social media status and in fact may be greatly harmed by attempts to do so, but whatever keeps you sane, Phoebe.
At any other moment, I would be so happy she's gaining followers and making important career strides, but Aahana is sort of about to have a baby any second now, so it'd be nice if Phoebe cared as much about that as she does about her growing Internet presence.
Aahana: I'm sure my wife will be here in no time. If we could just wait five more minutes-
Doctor: Sorry, ma'am, this baby isn't going to wait for anyone. It's got to come out now.
Oh, yes, this is totally an opportune moment for working on your fitness! As if you don't already spend enough time on that thing at home. (Seriously, I haven't been documenting it because it's not very interesting to see, but this girl is 100% treadmill-obsessed. No wonder she's maintained such a trim figure through years of reckless debauchery.)
Aahana: Whew, that was even more exhausting than I remembered. Honey, are you ready to go home now? HONEY?!?
Naturally, once they got back, Phoebe made a beeline for the baby like it's been her primary concern all along. Anyway, I'm very excited because it's a girl, and there's no use in denying my obvious gender favoritism. Her name is Aisha!
Elliot is still figuring out how he feels about his new roommate. Right now, he mostly just wants someone to come take care of that stinky diaper.
As far as the other members of the household go, they're continuing to move on up in the world. I'm not particularly interested in documenting Joaquin's career progress, but for some reason I'm really invested in Jane's growth as a food critic.
Probably because she's now having to master the gourmet cooking skill as a result, and I have a weird fascination with Sim food. Let me tell you, their refrigerator is about to be fully-stocked with the finest cuisine!
That is, when she isn't dropping it on the floor.
Jane: Oh, shit, I hope no one saw that!
It's okay, Jane. I think Phoebe is too engrossed in her dinner to notice you're using floor dough to finish the recipe.
Time sure seems to be speeding along! It's already Elliot's birthday, and Aahana, as ever, is proud to have supplied the cake. I get tired of seeing the same scenery all the time, so they've decided to throw his party at one of the nearby parks.
Elliot looks a little unsure about blowing out those candles, but I think he's going to love being a little more grown up.
Wow, this is such a beautiful time of day. Look at that sunset-hued sky! Also, you may notice a stray snowflake or five drifting lazily downward. I thought winter was officially over, as evidenced by Phoebe and Aahana's very skimpy outfit choices, but, naturally, it started snowing as soon as they arrived. Luckily, it's just a few flurries.
Just take a look at this kid, would you? He thinks he's hot shit in that confusedly mismatched get-up. The white socks/white flip-flops combo is an especially nice touch.
Damn hooligans ruining the park at every opportunity! Aahana just wants her son to have a nice, safe, clean place to play. Is that too much to ask?
Jane: Geez, one at a time! I really only came over here to make a drink for myself, but I guess I can serve you guys, too.
Phoebe and Aahana take advantage of a quiet moment to catch up with Aahana's mom, Ananya, who luckily shows no signs of being pregnant with yet another late in life miracle baby.
That awkward moment when you come face-to-face with the grim reality that your child has been the hooligan all along.
Not that I'm already trying to arrange a future relationship for Elliot because that would be gross, but this townie teen is totally adorable, is she not?!?
Elliot: Play it cool, dude. She's looking right at you. This is your moment to shine.
What I'm wondering is how the fuck those flip-flops are staying so firmly attached to his feet.
Willow: Don't you think this girl is a little old for you, kiddo? You're barely out of diapers, after all.
Elliot: As if! I'm clearly wise beyond my years, and the ladies already love me!
Townie: Oh my God, you are, like, the funniest seven-year-old I've ever met!!!
I'm not sure if I should be concerned or impressed that Elliot already seems to be such a chick magnet.
Anyway, enough inappropriate crushing! Let's cleanse our pallets with some wholesome dance imagery.
Aahana: I see your other mom's already taught you a move or two, eh?
Look at Jane and Joaquin being all cuddly and adorable! I can hardly stand it!
Ananya: Ah, yes, young love. I remember it well. Enjoy it while it lasts, kids!
Elliot's verdict on Aisha now that he's old enough to formulate one: still stinky, still loud, still a blight on his bedroom.
I finally got him to change out of that questionable party ensemble, and he looks even more the part of a precociously suave Lothario-in-training now. I may have unleashed a monster here.
He's found a father figure in Joaquin, and I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing. I shudder to think of the stories Joaquin might tell about his days of bachelorhood and hard partying.
Oh no, he's corrupting Aisha at an even more impressionable age! Or maybe this is him hinting that he's ready to become a dad, but I don't know about that. Would Jane really be capable of giving up drinking and working 24/7 to carry a baby?
In case you need to be reminded, the world is awful and Shirley Temple (the cat) is dead. She will forever rest in peace atop the bar, which seems the only suitable place for her remains.
Everyone in the household is reacting to her death a little differently. Joaquin takes to busking in the streets with sad ballads about dead pets, which will surely have the tips pouring in in no time.
Elliot sadly eats leftover birthday cake on the cold, hard kitchen floor, which is probably the most relatable response.
Jane finds comfort in yoga now that it's warm enough to work out in the backyard again, and Aahana tends to her garden.
Which is a little bittersweet, by the way, because with everyone so caught up in Shirley Temple's death, her cowplant's brief life has also ended. Poor thing never even got to swallow a Sim, so I'm not sure we can say it ever truly lived.
Meanwhile, Phoebe is choosing to live in absolute denial by carrying around and petting the ghost of Shirley Temple like she never even died at all.
From death springs new life: Aahana has gone into labor.
Aahana: Okay, girl, you've done this before and you can do it again. Breathe in, breathe out. Breathe in, breathe out.
Aahana: Babe, where are you going? I haven't even finished checking in yet.
Somehow, I really don't think those computers are meant to be used for desperately updating one's social media status and in fact may be greatly harmed by attempts to do so, but whatever keeps you sane, Phoebe.
At any other moment, I would be so happy she's gaining followers and making important career strides, but Aahana is sort of about to have a baby any second now, so it'd be nice if Phoebe cared as much about that as she does about her growing Internet presence.
Aahana: I'm sure my wife will be here in no time. If we could just wait five more minutes-
Doctor: Sorry, ma'am, this baby isn't going to wait for anyone. It's got to come out now.
Oh, yes, this is totally an opportune moment for working on your fitness! As if you don't already spend enough time on that thing at home. (Seriously, I haven't been documenting it because it's not very interesting to see, but this girl is 100% treadmill-obsessed. No wonder she's maintained such a trim figure through years of reckless debauchery.)
Aahana: Whew, that was even more exhausting than I remembered. Honey, are you ready to go home now? HONEY?!?
Naturally, once they got back, Phoebe made a beeline for the baby like it's been her primary concern all along. Anyway, I'm very excited because it's a girl, and there's no use in denying my obvious gender favoritism. Her name is Aisha!
Elliot is still figuring out how he feels about his new roommate. Right now, he mostly just wants someone to come take care of that stinky diaper.
As far as the other members of the household go, they're continuing to move on up in the world. I'm not particularly interested in documenting Joaquin's career progress, but for some reason I'm really invested in Jane's growth as a food critic.
Probably because she's now having to master the gourmet cooking skill as a result, and I have a weird fascination with Sim food. Let me tell you, their refrigerator is about to be fully-stocked with the finest cuisine!
That is, when she isn't dropping it on the floor.
Jane: Oh, shit, I hope no one saw that!
It's okay, Jane. I think Phoebe is too engrossed in her dinner to notice you're using floor dough to finish the recipe.
Time sure seems to be speeding along! It's already Elliot's birthday, and Aahana, as ever, is proud to have supplied the cake. I get tired of seeing the same scenery all the time, so they've decided to throw his party at one of the nearby parks.
Elliot looks a little unsure about blowing out those candles, but I think he's going to love being a little more grown up.
Wow, this is such a beautiful time of day. Look at that sunset-hued sky! Also, you may notice a stray snowflake or five drifting lazily downward. I thought winter was officially over, as evidenced by Phoebe and Aahana's very skimpy outfit choices, but, naturally, it started snowing as soon as they arrived. Luckily, it's just a few flurries.
Just take a look at this kid, would you? He thinks he's hot shit in that confusedly mismatched get-up. The white socks/white flip-flops combo is an especially nice touch.
Damn hooligans ruining the park at every opportunity! Aahana just wants her son to have a nice, safe, clean place to play. Is that too much to ask?
Jane: Geez, one at a time! I really only came over here to make a drink for myself, but I guess I can serve you guys, too.
Phoebe and Aahana take advantage of a quiet moment to catch up with Aahana's mom, Ananya, who luckily shows no signs of being pregnant with yet another late in life miracle baby.
That awkward moment when you come face-to-face with the grim reality that your child has been the hooligan all along.
Not that I'm already trying to arrange a future relationship for Elliot because that would be gross, but this townie teen is totally adorable, is she not?!?
Elliot: Play it cool, dude. She's looking right at you. This is your moment to shine.
What I'm wondering is how the fuck those flip-flops are staying so firmly attached to his feet.
Willow: Don't you think this girl is a little old for you, kiddo? You're barely out of diapers, after all.
Elliot: As if! I'm clearly wise beyond my years, and the ladies already love me!
Townie: Oh my God, you are, like, the funniest seven-year-old I've ever met!!!
I'm not sure if I should be concerned or impressed that Elliot already seems to be such a chick magnet.
Anyway, enough inappropriate crushing! Let's cleanse our pallets with some wholesome dance imagery.
Aahana: I see your other mom's already taught you a move or two, eh?
Look at Jane and Joaquin being all cuddly and adorable! I can hardly stand it!
Ananya: Ah, yes, young love. I remember it well. Enjoy it while it lasts, kids!
Elliot's verdict on Aisha now that he's old enough to formulate one: still stinky, still loud, still a blight on his bedroom.
I finally got him to change out of that questionable party ensemble, and he looks even more the part of a precociously suave Lothario-in-training now. I may have unleashed a monster here.
He's found a father figure in Joaquin, and I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing. I shudder to think of the stories Joaquin might tell about his days of bachelorhood and hard partying.
Oh no, he's corrupting Aisha at an even more impressionable age! Or maybe this is him hinting that he's ready to become a dad, but I don't know about that. Would Jane really be capable of giving up drinking and working 24/7 to carry a baby?