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When we left the Legacie's, Liam and Lynda had just talked about Liam's workaholic tendencies, and he had agreed to spend more time with his family. The couple retired to the bedroom, happily in love. 


The next morning, it was time once again for another double birthday party. There seems to be birthdays out the wazzoo every single chapter. Ridiculous.



And look! Natalie decided to grace us with her presence for this one! Unfortunately it appears she lost her outfit during one of my many recent fiascos I've been dealing with. Ah well...

Liam was very excited to be reunited with his long-lost sister. And then, who woulda thunk....

Caden showed up as well! It's a damn family reunion, not a birthday party! Anyhow, on to the birthday party.

Aww, now look. That's not a grumpy face at all!

Look at that air!



Naturally, Dawson would blink during his picture, but he grew up nicely. New trait - Flirty.


Next up was dear ol' mom....

Not looking too particularly THRILLED about aging up, I see....

Lynda: Let's just get this over with...

Indeed. Aw, but look, Lynda!



Everyone is here eagerly awaiting your aging up! Isn't that sweet?

Lynda: Like I said, let's just get this done.

Alright, alright..

A brief look of terror spreads across her face....

Lynda: I don't want wrinkles! Oh, please don't give me wrinkles!

And here she is. Pretty much the same, but you can definitely tell she's older.

Lynda: I know what that means! Ohh, I'm a hideous old hen. 

Not at all what I was saying.

Lynda: Just leave me and my old lady face alone! 

Alright, alright!

In an effort to listen to Lynda and give her some space to mourn, I checked in on the children. Dawson was enjoying some birthday cake with his little sisters.

Annette: Hey, we're not little!
Kaytee: Yeah, Stefan is little. We're big kids now!

Of course, of course. Where is Stefan these days, anyhow? I never see any of him...

Annette: That's because he's a baby. Baby's aren't important.
Dawson: Hey now, Annette, that isn't true. You two got plenty of exposure when you were babies.

Later that night, the two BIG geniuses did their homework with their daddy.



And at the end of the night, Liam made Lynda feel better about her looks by giving her a little birthday celebration! Ooh, lah lah. 

Now that Dawson is a teenager, he's been helping out with Stefan so his parents are less stressed out. What a good son and brother!



Liam has been doing a much better job at spending time with his family, but he got called down to work early and had to go. He does, after all, need to set his sights on his Lifetime Wish, and that directly involves his career. Just don't lose sight of your legacy and family, Liam!

Liam: I know that now, voice, and I don't need you to tell me. I figured it out on my own with the help of my wife.

Yes, of course.


With Liam out of the house earlier than expected, Lynda just decided to enjoy a microwave meal rather than prepare a real meal.



Later on that day, Lynda quit her job in the Ghost Hunter profession and went down to city hall to register as a self-employed painter. She'd been away from work for so long she decided she might as well be doing something she can do from home.

Lynda: Well, that IS where I am all the time, after all. Might as well be productive.

Good thinking. When you first joined the family and I learned you wanted to "live in the lap of luxury", I figured you'd be somewhat of a mooch.

Lynda: That just goes to show you that you can't judge a sim by her Lifetime Wish.

Being on call was beneficial to Liam, as he was promoted to an Undercover Specialist that evening!



That night, Liam was invited to a party to celebrate his promotion. I'm surprised he went, being a loner and all.



And once midnight rolled around, Liam got called back into work. Apparently these undercover specialists are in high demand.

Liam: So....tired....must.....sleep.....

Hey, now. Just remember when work was the only thing you ever cared about. Now is your chance to live up to your workaholic title!

Oh, hey Grady. What's crackin'?

Grady: Just headed over to jump on the trampoline.

Hey, how come Lana never comes to visit?

Grady: Something about not wanting to be bothered by you....

Well, I never! Actually, yes I have...quite a few times. Alright then, I'll leave you to it!



Here we have Liam cooking up a nice meal, proof that he's become quite the family man these days.



And here are the Legacie's having a nice family meal. Minus Lynda, where is Lynda, anyhow?!

Here she is, napping in the nursery. Poor mom is exhausted!




Before we knew it, it was time for Stefan's birthday!

Here he is, cute as a button! Not sure where he got the brown hair from, however.

THERE'S that grumpy face! I was beginning to think it had disappeared!

Dawson: Oh, shut up.



I'm gonna leave off here. Nothing too exciting or lengthy, I know. I will update again soon. Thanks for reading!



 

 

Well, it looks like we're going to begin this chapter off on the right foot! Looks like Liam has found some extra time in his day to help out with the Training of the Toddlers. If you don't recall, Dawson had just aged up into a child in the last installment. 



And it looks like he was starting things off on the right track! While he was busy being studious....

Annette was being a little cutie pie..... I'm not sure where Kaytee is during all of this, but I do know that the parents are off to the bedroom.




Liam: Darling, promise me there will be no more children? We are unbelievably overwhelmed as it is.



Lynda: Well, alright dear, but then.... why are you staring at my --

And one thing led to another..... these two can't keep their hands off each other (when Liam isn't working, of course). We'll give these two some privacy.....

However, a couple days later while Lynda was in the kitchen, she thought about her and Liam's conversation and her heart kind of ached. She DID want another baby. She just couldn't get enough of her children! Be careful, Lynda, you don't want to cause any more issues.

Lynda: Harrumph.



Before we knew it, it was Liam's birthday party. Time to twirl into full fledged adulthood. Three kids, and you're still a "young adult"

Liam: Ha! Hardly.

Well that's not what the little screen says. Not for long, though! You can finally consider yourself an adult here in a second, which according to the cake is a whopping 5 years old...?



As Liam pondered his wish (vasectomy? promotion? riches?)......



.....Dawson was simply thrilled at the fact that his father was aging up.

We had a brief, terrifying scare with the hair.....



But everything returned to normal soon enough.



Lynda used Liam's birthday as an excuse to drag him to the bedroom. Then she used the day after his birthday as an excuse. Then she made paying the bills an excuse. Time and time again, Lynda drug Liam to the bedroom.....

But every time, Lynda wound up disappointed. Did Liam's wish come true? Eventually, Lynda gave up on the seduction and returned to every day life.




Soon enough it was birthday time again, this time for Annette and Kaytee, who are now fraternal twins due to the fact that I had to forceage Kaytee into a toddler because of her invisibility. 



Annette was up first....

Annette Legacie
New Trait - Friendly


Next up was Kaytee....

Kaytee Legacie
New Trait - Shy




So basically the birthdays screwed everything up, and Kaytee was at zero energy and hygeine when she aged up, and didn't get to bed until like 3 in the morning. Everything was extremely laggy.






And all the lag and energy deprivation resulted in Kaytee missing her first day of school.



So what did she do all day? Absolutely nothing.


Anyhow.....

Liam was busy working towards all those promotions he needed......

But amidst all the chaos of the Legacie household, his sanity was hanging by a thread.



However, amongst all the chaos and disarray of the household, Lynda was unusually calm and serene.


Why, you may ask?

Because one of those bedroom escapades resulted in pregnancy! 



Time went by quickly and relatively uneventfully in the Legacie abode (resulting in lack of pictures). Things were finally starting to pan out to a level of relative normalcy, but then.....

Labor! Liam is not going to be pleased with this.

Lynda: He slept with me on a continuous basis. He's not an idiot.

Has he noticed you're pregnant yet?

Lynda: .......he spends most of his time at work or working on the computer.

....Has he noticed you're pregnant yet?

Lynda: Can we do this later? I have to get to a hospital!



Woman: OH MY GAWD!

Lynda: What, haven't seen a pregnant woman before?

Woman: Not dressed like that! You need to cover yourself up! Nobody wants to see your disgusting, misshapen body!

Low and behold, Stefan (pronounced "Steffen") Legacie was born.
Stefan - Loves the outdoors, Grumpy
That leaves us with 2 genius female children and 2 grumpy male children. I have to say the random trait selection must be malfunctioned....


Time to gauge Liam's reaction.....

Tired. He just looks tired. Poor guy...



And Lynda?



Happy. Very happy.

Liam: Why?! WHY, I ask?!




Days later......

And with that, the retired to the bedroom once again, happy and in love. 







That's it for this chapter. I'm officially out of pictures, so I gotta get playing. I just installed World Adventures and for some reason I lost over half of my hair again (this is getting so old!). Anyway, thanks for reading!

When we last left our Legacie abode, Caden had just moved out of the house and went off to live life on his own. While we will miss him, I doubt he will hardly ever bother to think of us.



As time wore on, Lynda continued going above and beyond her motherly duties. 


And Dawson continued to be an adorable little tyke.

Lynda: Love. Lll---ove. Love.
Dawson: Wuv!
Lynda: Very good, honey!

Awww.

Lynda: Now say "I will fall in love with a maid". Come on. "I will fall in Lloovee with a maid"
Dawson: Wuv.....maid

Wait a second.... what?! Lynda, don't you dare start brainwashing these children!

Lynda: What ever do you mean?

While Lynda was at home teaching her son the ways of life and brainwashing him into a future of maid-marrying, Liam had gone off to sell a couple butterflies... in his formal attire? This seems a little fishy to me.... you don't need a tuxedo to sell butterflies.


And while Liam is off suspiciously selling butterflies, Lynda suddenly doesn't feel well! Turns out she's in labor! With no husband in sight to stay home with baby Dawson, Lynda is going to have to give birth at home.

Lynda: Where is that pathetic oaf?!

He's selling butterflies, Lynda, he told you.

Lynda: He left 5 hours ago!

Here we have Annette Legacie. She is a genius and a couch potato.



Lynda: Where WERE you?! I had to deliver here at home, by myself!
Liam: I told you, I went to sell some butterflies to the Science Institute.
Lynda: Liam, you're wearing a blasted tuxedo!
Liam: Okay, I went to a party.
Lynda: A PARTY?! What are you talking about? You're a loner! You don't go to parties. Are you seeing someone else?
Liam: No, of course not!
Lynda: You're lying to me! What's going on?!
Liam: Okay, okay! In order to snag this next promotion, it is really important that I question local witnesses in the neighborhood. I crashed a party at the Smith's apartment to try and find some people to question. I didn't realize you were pregnant, you did a damn good enough job hiding it from me, want to talk about lying!
Lynda: Oh, sure, turn this around on me!

Lynda: Hi, it's 6am and I haven't gone to sleep for 23 hours. I just had a baby and both she and my toddler son are wide awake and hungry. I had to give birth at home because my husband is an oaf who cares about nothing but his career, I'm on the verge of passing out and also of losing my mind. Will you please send me a babysitter immediately? Thank you so much, you're too kind. I'm going to go pass out now.



Dawson isn't thrilled at the whole idea of a babysitter, but he would NOT want his mother around at the moment. She's on the verge of cracking. 



(They're like clones!)

Lynda is an AMAZING mother. Every single one of her wants are centered around either her children, or having more children. It's as if her klepto habits have disappeared entirely. 

However, Dawson is a little attention hog! I don't think he likes this whole younger sister thing.

Liam: Sooo..... you're not mad?
Lynda: Oh, shut up and come here.


........

Lynda: Hey, you. Stick around awhile, I've got big plans for you.

Enough, Lynda.



As soon as Liam was sure that Lynda had forgiven him for the day of Annette's birth, he went right back to working in all of his spare time. 

Liam: I just need to get this report written for my boss. Don't exaggerate.



And in the blink of an eye, it was Annette's birthday.




Before

After!



Liam is doing a much better job as a father with Annette than he did with Dawson. Which is a good thing because while Annette was saying her first word, Lynda was off at the hospital giving birth!



And she gave birth to an invisible baby named Kaytee Legacie, who is a loner and a genius.


Basically, I couldn't even find her nametag to click on her, so I had to cheat and forceage Kaytee up to a toddler, so I am going to make her and Annette unofficial fraternal twin sisters. 

Here is Kaytee as a toddler.


Sleeping baby spam!

Finally, Lana decided to pay us all a visit!

And before we knew it, it was Dawson's birthday again.

Our current maid seemed pretty excited for Dawson's birthday. Perhaps I'll intervene and cancel the maid service.... I really don't trust you, Lynda. 

Lynda: Don't you DARE cancel maid service! Our house would be a wreck!

Yes, I'm SURE that's why you want me to keep them....

Dawson's newest trait - Virtuoso



Well, we'll wrap it up for this installment of the Legacie tellings. Hope to be back with more soon! Still got a lot of pictures to catch up on. Until then, see you next time and thanks for reading!


 

You know, Simming is just so much more enjoyable than studying for midterms. Therefore I'm back quite quickly for another update!

When we left the Legacie's, Lana had just passed away at the easel. I'm sure it's how she would have wanted to go.



After witnessing their mother's quick demise, Liam whipped up a meal of Goopy Carbonara for the whole family. Siblings on one side, wife on the other. I can't help but feel that Liam may be upset about this whole pregnancy deal. 

Liam: I'm not upset. I understand that this is a legacy and all. As long as my work isn't affected....

Lynda: Work, work, work. ALWAYS your work!




All of a sudden, it appeared that there was some mayhem ensuing.

Everybody seemed to be freaking out.




That is, everyone except one completely oblivious husband.

Liam: Hohum... cleaning dishes.

Lynda: Uh....honey?

Liam: Yes, dear? 

Lynda: Going into labor here.....

Liam: What's that....?

Lynda: BABY ON ITS WAY!

Liam: Oh!


Natalie: (in the background) Although I appear upset, I'm actually having a blast witnessing her pain!



Here we have Dawson Legacie. He was born as a grumpy, outdoors-hater. Ooh goody! He'll be a blast to be around!

Lynda: Watch what you say.

Ooh, defensive, are we??

You know, this expression really concerns me. It isn't exactly what comes to mind when I think of how a mother should look bringing home her child from the hospital. PLEASE don't be a terrible mother!

Lynda: The expression is in reference to Dawson's father being ridiculously neglectful and inconsiderate.

Liam: Honey! I'm not neglectful! I'm trying to make us MONEY!

Lynda, my dear. Try to cut him some slack. He's a workaholic. He can't help these things.

I was taking this picture to mention that I think our new maid is evil, because I'm always hearing maniacal laughter when she's around. But when I went to take the picture, I also thought I should point out that the bus is on the sidewalk. What protocol is there for hiring bus drivers in this neighborhood? I don't think children should be in those vehicles.



Liam is officially a big and bad traffic cop. Yeehaw.




......bird!




Well, it's birthday time, which is a time that comes ridiculously often in this household. And at this time, we have Natalie finally becoming a young adult.



Think hard about that wish!

What with Natalie enjoying Lynda's labor pains, and Lynda's super stoked reaction that Natalie is going to be old enough to move out now, I have this feeling there must be some sort of tension between them. As you can see, Caden is less than thrilled at the prospect of being left alone with the two blondies and their offspring.








Before

After
Natalie Legacie
Can't Stand Art - Virtuoso - Excitable - Ambitious - Clumsy
Lifetime Wish: Hit Movie Composer




This expression can only mean one thing. The time has come for Natalie to move out, and leave him alone to be ignored in the house.





Natalie: Don't worry. You'll be out of here in a couple days, too! And then we can live our lives in peace without the constant reminder of not being chosen heir, or the never-ending annoying voice harping in our ears.

.....I take offense to that.

Natalie: .......Seriously. Just try to stick it out a couple more days, and you'll be homefree.




And with that, she was gone. With $5,000 of our money for a one bedroom studio apartment. The Legacie family is broke now thanks to you, Natalie. Good luck, regardless of how you felt about me!



Moving on.....

Oh, hey Grady! What are you doing out and about? Shouldn't you be with your wife? She's dead now, you know. Buried in the ground right next to you. She has a much nicer tombstone. Perhaps you should go check it out! No? Alright.... have fun..... 



So far, Lynda is an awesome mom. Look at how excited Dawson is for that bottle!



While her mothering skills excel above and beyond those of Lana's, her painting skills do not. Lynda, I realize you're trying to fill in for all the money we got from all those masterpieces, but this isn't working at all.

Lynda: You just wait! I'll be ten times better!

.....Are you competing with a dead woman?

While Lynda was off being a kickass mother and trying to fill a dead woman's shoes, Liam went right on back to working his life away.



Awww... no real point to this besides that.




Meanwhile....


Liam: Oh, hey there Caden.

Caden: ....hi Liam.

Liam: So, uh... how's everything going?

Caden: ....fine

Liam: How's -- How's school and, everything?

Caden: .....Liam, I'm really just trying to do some homework, here. 

Liam: Oh, right. Right. I'll leave you to it, then... take my Autumn Salad over to the computer....





The following morning, Lynda decided to plan a double birthday party. It was time for Dawson to age up, as well as Caden. She figured it would be nice to throw Caden a birthday party to make him feel more like part of the family (little late notice to be doing that, considering he will be moving out as soon as he ages up).

She woke up, set out the cakes, and called the guests. 

Apparently it was near enough to the party that Lynda decided to set out the buffet, yet she was still in her lingerie! Lynda, get dressed!

Lynda: I know, I know! I gotta jump in the shower!


But the - 



-- guests are arriving! 

Lynda?!

*Sigh* This is why we don't have celebratory parties.



Caden was up first....



But wait -- Where was Natalie? Lynda specifically had invited her, knowing that she and Caden were practically inseparable. But she was nowhere to be seen.



Lynda was clearly NOT happy with Natalie's absence. Those two sure do have a strained relationship.



Anyhow, the birthday had to commence without her...







Before

After. Eeek! I love him! He's so cute! Ahh!

Caden Legacie
Loves Outdoors - Genius - Handy - Easily Impressed - Friendly
Lifetime Wish: One Sim Band



Next up was Dawson

Ookay.... creepy......



Aww, there we go! Adorable!

And with that, it was time for Caden to move out.

Caden: And I couldn't be happier.

Well, WE will miss YOU!

Caden: Can't really say the same. Peace out.





Well, we'll go ahead and round it off here. I'm behind on pictures so if I have time I'll have another update fairly shortly. Thanks a bunch!

 

 

Hello again to all. Unfortunate as it is, my simming time is drastically limited due to mass amounts of schoolwork. However, I couldn't focus on reading tonight, so I decided now was a good time for a little update! So, here we go.

When we left off, there was another photo of Liam on his knee looking ridiculous. Was he proposing again, or was I recycling photos to create suspense?




No, no. He was certainly proposing again. Do they have an "impulsive" trait in the list? Because I think Liam secretly has acquired said trait.

Who was the proposee? Well, we all know Liam is no master of suspense....




Lynda: Oh my god, I love it! It's SO perfect!

Liam: R-Really? It's the same ring I --

Lynda: Oh, kiss me you fool!

Being lame as I am, they got married immediately. I promise in the future I'll do better, with waiting between engagement and marriage, and wedding parties, and all that jazz.



Allow me to introduce to the Legacie family:

Lynda Legacie
Maid Spouse #2
Wants to live in the lap of luxury.... (hmm..)
Absent-minded - Flirty - Brave - Neat - Kleptomaniac

Now hangon a sec. Another klepto? Are all you maids kleptos?! 

Lynda: Huh, what? Who's that?

Are you all kleptomaniacs? You maids?

Lynda: I don't... understand... who's talking?

Avoid the question, much?

While everyone else in the family went off to school or work, Lynda stayed at home and basically did nothing. No rush to start a career when all you wanna do is "live in the lap of luxury".



Aanndd here's the latest addition to our parade of maids. We go through maids like none other.
......obviously this is due to the fact that we keep getting married to them. I promise this is not going to be an ongoing thing with this family. 

Lynda: I don't know who you are, but you have an awfully lot against us maids!

Well, I just wish Liam had been more creative in spousal selection. And then there's this added discovery that you're all secret kleptos. Have you all been stealing our belongings when I'm not looking?!



You know, I think I like Lynda a lot more than Lana. Lana is the first founder of a legacy I've had that I didn't really care for. Usually I LOVE my founders (those were all in The Sims 2, though), but I dunno. Anyhow, I REALLY like Lynda, and she's game generated (other than the custom makeover).

Lynda: Can you please stop obsessing over me and leave me to my computer games? Creep.

Liam received a promotion. Not a big shocker, seeing as he desires to do nothing but work all the time. 

Liam: Desk Jockey really isn't anything to be proud of, voice.

Yes, but remember how much you freaked out and cried about your pathetic Snitch position? And how long did that last?

Liam: Oh, stop. 



Lynda here desired a position in the Ghost Hunting profession. Not quite sure why... but we did it anyway! She's officially a Tarot Card Reader, and I have to say she looks like quite the badass fighting off those spirits. Who cleans houses when you're this cool?




Anyhow, things went on as per usual in the Legacie abode for awhile. Nothing too exciting. These people aren't exactly the life of the party...



Liam and his Wifey spent their time skillbuilding. Not exactly igniting the romantic furnace, but what do you expect with a workaholic?

Liam: It is vital to my promotion that I gain knowledge in the field of Logic and Reasoning. Neither logic nor reasoning is involved in romantic encounters. Lynda and I are just fine here playing chess.

Which is why Lynda is wearing her finest lingerie to the chess table.

Lynda: Will you be quiet?! You have no idea how difficult it is to seduce this man!

Liam: Lynda?

Lynda: What?! I didn't say --

Liam: It's your move.

Lynda: Oh... *sigh*



While the newlyweds face their first marital issues related to Liam's work obsession, Lana continues to rapidly produce magnificent paintings, which is all she ever does. Ever. Oh, she does work once in a blue moon.

And the "twins" continued spending an inordinate amount of time together. 

Natalie: Oh, we get attention now?

Caden: Just ignore it, Nat. It'll disappear soon enough.

Natalie: *sigh* I wouldn't have married a maid...



While on the job, I slowly realized why Lynda desired such a strange position. A position that required her to be in stranger's homes, in the dead of night....while they were sleeping.

She wanted to steal all their belongings!

Lynda: Will you keep it down?!

Nobody else can hear me, dear. 

Lynda: Thank God. You have to be discreet about these sorts of things!

I'm sure you do.




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It was at this point that 
1) I realized I had deleted the Science Lab in Sunset Valley where Lynda needed to sell her spirits
2) I got sick of my game crashing and deleting mass amounts of gameplay
3) I got to the point where the game would crash any time I tried to send Lynda home from work

and therefore,

1) I moved the Legacie family to Bridgeport, in order to have the Clubs and Bars in regular locations and have a Science Lab to sell spirits to
2) I deleted absolutely all of my Custom Content, and then re-supplied myself with Custom Content. 


So the Legacie abode now resides in Bridgeport. Same size lot, across from the school.

Onward!
--------------------

Home in Bridgeport (same house, just copied it and placed it here).



I'm not sure if it was all the new Custom Content, the new town, or the fact that there was a hot new lady in the house, but Lana decided that, as a almost-dead woman, she needed a makeover. And I have to say, she looks slightly less witch-like!

Lana: WHAT'S THAT?!

Nothing.....



I also had to give Lynda  a makeover, losing all the CC and all. Lost her hairdo permanently, which I really liked =[ oh well, life goes on.



What's this?! Lynda, did you finally get Liam away from his career and into his bed?

Lynda: It's the first night in the house. I'm sure it's nothing to get used to...

Aww, try not to be negative! He means well, he means well.



And he really did mean well. Maybe it was the Bridgeport air, but Liam started actually doing things besides working! Such as..... butterfly hunting?

Everybody applaud!

Finally, Lana was permitted to retire and more on to full-time painting. I realized that she could paint like 4 masterpieces in the time that she was at work and make three times the money, so she called up her boss and that was it!



Lynda hasn't said anything to Liam, but just look at his expression.
Heads up Lynda -- He knows!! 

Liam: Lynda, are you --

Lynda: Well, this is a legacy, is it not?

Liam: That better not interfere with my work!

We decided to splurge and buy the Undesirables some musical instruments. They immediately rolled up Lifetime Wishes of the musical variety.

Natalie: Psst. Caden, it's back!

Caden: Just ignore it. It will go away. Again.



While the two Musical Undesirables were playing away on their instruments, the two Married Blondies were at a battle of the wits!



And, as always, our founder stood around painting the days of her life away.




But then -- 

Lana began to levitate! I told you those sparkling hands weren't a good sign!

Lana: Finally!

Wait a minute... no. No, Lana. Grady lived much longer as an elder. Who is going to make us lots of money painting multiple masterpieces per day?! The Legacie's aren't prepared for this! 











(I don't think Lynda looks too genuinely upset about this)

Well, her urn is MUCH nicer than Grady's was (or Bubba the repairman's). 



And we'll leave off here. Sorry for delays, and once again thank you to any and all who have read! 








RIP Lana Legacie



 

 Hello, hello all. Sorry for the delay, I've been somewhat busy this term with classes. Anyhoo, I'm back.

If you recall, we last left when Caden had aged up to a teenager, leaving all three children in their teenage years. 

With Caden aging up, Natalie found it an appropriate time to give herself a makeover.



Very nice, very nice, although I don't think a change of hairstyle counts as a "makeover". Anyhow, on to more important things.

Why, it's Liam's birthday! Onward to young adulthood!




The whole family gathered 'round for the big event. As usual, Lana was looking creepy and witchlike (notice I never tried to do anything about that), Natalie was looking super stoked (perhaps she thought he would turn out hideous and be denied heir privileges), and Caden looked like he could care less.









And here we have Liam Legacie (with a bit of a prominent chin, but hopefully we can tolerate it).
By vote, Liam was unanimously chosen as the heir, and therefore he will be said heir.
Liam desires to become a Dynamic DNA Profiler. 
Workaholic - Loner - Dramatic - Eccentric - Friendly

For once, the entire family sat down for a meal together, although they all chose to eat separate items.





With the young ones off at school, I sent Liam and his witchlike mother across the street to fish...

Lana: The greatest part of death will be the absence of your voice!

Excuse me, have I said ONE thing to offend you so far?

Lana: Other than you swapping my actual NAME for witch references?

Well, I BEG your pardon for --

Liam: Cheese and rice, will you guys just get along? I'm never going to direct the fish this way if you keep bothering me. Can't you both just go elsewhere? You're throwing off my groove.

I was leaving you two anyway, I sent you over here so that I could do something on my own. 




Which was redoing the entire house. It's pretty empty, and I ran out of money before I could add any windows or lights, so they will be living in the darkness for awhile, but anyhow. It's not too nicely designed, but I might give it one more try when I get enough money again. Anyhow...

After fishing, the first thing Liam did was go out and get a job in the Law Enforcement career and then immediately head over to the local bar.... at noon.

Liam: You would want to drown your sorrows too if you had the embarrassing job as a Snitch. Oh man....

Oh, get over it. You'll probably get promoted after like two days.





In the meantime, while Liam was drowning his sorrows (dramatization at its best), Caden brought home the dashing Amelia Bunch from school. On his FIRST DAY of school as a teenager. This concerns me mildly about the standards the Legacie's are going to set for themselves when they are fed to the Story Progression.

Caden: Well, maybe you should have thought about that before you picked LIAM as heir!

Oh, you're trying to make me feel guilty? In that case, reproduce with whatever you want. I hope your children are the epitome of ugly.

Caden: *walks off mumbling*

That's right.

On a side note, Natalie really kind of reminds me of Taylor Swift. Yes? No? I don't know. My boyfriend said the same thing...





Perhaps you recall in the last chapter that Liam had been making quite a few private, mysterious phone calls. Well, this continued in full force on a nearly daily basis. 

Liam: *to phone* Just hang on a minute.... *to me* will you please leave me be?

Could you just let us in on the story behind these calls?

Liam: Just go away. You don't have to involve yourself in every aspect of our lives.

Oh, but I do...



The other two Legacie children did their homework together every single day. They've really bonded since Liam aged up.

Now, instead of homework, Liam was either on the phone, at work, or working from home at the computer. 





While in the meantime, Natalie and Caden were spending so much time together they seemed like twins. I suppose they were basking in each other's distress from feeling insignificant.

Natalie: Just leave us alone. You're gonna kick us out anyway.

I'm not going to any such thing. Will Liam, though? Good possibility.

Caden: Shut up, Liam wouldn't do that, we're his siblings. We know it will be you. 





And as quickly as the mystery began, it was solved (not much of a cliffhanger, Liam. You should really try harder at keeping us in suspense). Because suddenly Liam was caught spending time with none other than...










.....Lynda?! Your maid? Are you kidding me? ANOTHER maid, Liam?

Liam: Like I had any control over my mom's spousal decision.

I know, but must you follow in her footsteps?

Liam: Back off, will ya? You're totally jumping to conclusions. We're just standing here.

Liam: So, Lynda, how do you feel about.... beds?

[Liam's conversation skills need some work. To begin building relationships by talking about....]





Lynda: Are you kidding me?! I LOVE beds! I love sitting on beds, and buying beds, and making beds...

On second thought, I give up on trying to understand the inner workings of the Sim Mind.




In case you're wondering, yes, I DO require my sims to ingest the terrible food they prepare. After all, how else are they going to learn that they have to cook better?

Liam: For the record, I know a lot of voices out there that would NEVER make us eat something of this horrifying quality.

There are starving sims in desolate conditions that would tear off their limbs to eat some of that food, Liam, so eat up!

Liam: Send me their addresses, I'd be happy to mail it to them.

Just eat it. For the record, I know a lot of sims out there that would NEVER be so difficult to deal with.

Liam: You think you're so clever, don't you?

This here was Lana's "portrait" of Liam. The woman paints brilliant masterpieces, but paints an absolutely TERRIBLE portrait of her own son. I don't understand. 

Lana: It's called "Stylized Painting". It expresses feelings and depicts atmosphere. A concept that I am fully aware you would never understand.

We just need a regular freaking portrait. Not too difficult.

Lana: You can't force these things. My artistic ability doesn't allow things to be "regular". I am far above "regular".

Whatever. You can't even see him.






[It was at this point that my game crashed and I lost over 4 sim days worth of gameplay. I was very frustrated to say the least....]






Liam goes out for a brief break from work, and who shows up but my very own simself?  
(Who for some reason the Launcher won't allow me to upload >=[ . In fact, my launcher won't let me upload ANY sims. It goes the full upload bar and then says there is a server error. Ideas, anyone? Quite frustrating... I'd like my own avatar...)
Anyway...



Liam had quite a few drinks at the lounge (too heavy of a workload, buddy?), and got down on the dance floor with my simself.
Tsk, tsk, would Lynda approve, Liam?

Liam: You don't know a thing about what's happening with Lynda and I.

Oh, but there is a "Lynda and I", is there?

Liam: Go back to the house, will ya?

As you can see, those that we rely on to keep our community safe and crime-free would probably break a hip if they were faced with any sort of criminal dilemma whatsoever. I am very comforted that we have these two keeping criminals at bay.





Lana, party animal that she is, has gained a celebrity star. Everybody applaud.

Also, I rarely hear her harping in my ear about the things I say. Either she's just not that important anymore, or she's becoming hard of hearing.

Lana: I hear just fine, thank you. And how dare you call me unimportant. If it weren't for my masterpiece paintings that I create at an alarming rate, you wouldn't be making hardly any money.

That one star was obviously mighty important, because the paparazzi twins showed up on our doorstep almost immediately. 

Liam: Look, guests!

Keep walking, Liam, don't you DARE open that door.

Liam: Hello, Loner here? Why in heaven's name would I WANT guests?

You're the one who just announced their presence.

Liam: First of all, you did first. Second of all, I have work to do. And third of all, you obviously paid no attention to the tone of voice in which I said the announcement.



Oh, good heavens.

Liam: Don't you say a thing, voice.

You could have been more unpredictable. I mean honestly. Add a little suspense into the story. Add in some variety, for Pete's Sake. Another maid? I can't get over this.

Liam: Are you done yet? Because I have better things to do.



And now we will witness how Liam moves at Super-Speed when it comes to getting things done......

Liam, NO!

You just started flirting with her!  You just kissed her for the first time THIRTY minutes ago! What are you thinking?!



Look at that smug, satisfied look on her face. Liam, you should punch that look right off of it.

Liam: My life is over. I have no reason to go on!

Stop being dramatic. You still have work!

Liam: As the heir to a legacy, my JOB is to produce offspring. And I failed. I faileedddd!

You were just really stupid about it. Get up, get over it, and move on. Oh, and smack that woman. How dare she?!

Well, my, my my. Look who came to visit! [First time, might I add]

Grady: I'm just here to go tell my son how sorry I am about his rejection. And play computer games.

Good, good. Tell him to stop moping around while you're at it.



Look at those crazy aerodynamics! Oh, you sims!



And we'll leave off here with Liam proposing.... again?! Oh dear....


Is he proposing to the maid again? Will he get rejected again, and proceed to wallow in self pity and work his life away? Is this just a picture I had taken previously that I'm using to throw everybody off? Well, I guess we'll find out!




Thanks again to all who have read! 
 

And tonight, the happenings of the Legacie abode are slightly off from the norm.



 Run, run run as fast as you can...



Now where, oh where, could this young lad be off to on a Friday night?

A social gathering area? For this loner? How unusual indeed.

Liam: Hey, it's Friday night. My teenage years have passed me by and I've done little to nothing in order to enjoy them!

Well, I say, are you -- Liam! Are you, drinking?!

Liam: What, are you going to stop me? You're nothing but a silly voice.

Liam: And anyyhhoww.... is juss like.... if I'mm not gonna carry on the next genrashun, I juss, I juss wann out of the whole thing. Ya know? I don't like wassing my time. And the dynamic is juss like.... you wouldn't believe!
Bartender: I think I'm cutting you off.
Liam: But can I, can I finish my shtory?
Bartender: Everyone has a sob story, kid. And these days, everyone wants to be the heir of a Legacy, too.
Liam: Well, I nn....never.... *falls off chair*
Bartender: Someone call this kid a cab! 


In the meantime....

Lana, Old Creepy Popular Witch that she is, was invited to a little party. Took her a couple hours to find the right house, poor senile thing, but eventually she arrived. In fact, she arrived at about the time Liam finally stumbled home (just in time for curfew, I might add). Lana was off doing her own thing when disaster struck. 

Lana: Disaster? Say what?

What happened, you may ask? Well, let's just mosey on over to the Legacie abode, leave Lana to her partying, and see what's going on.



Grady isn't stargazing! What in tarnation?!
But wait..... his feet are mysteriously off the ground! Is it..... time?

Natalie: Please, Mr. Reaper, we need our father!
Caden: Don't do it! I hardly know the guy!
Grady: Do you hear them? They need me.
Grim Reaper: Alright, enough. We've been doing this for like 2 hours. Jump into your urn already.
Grady: Please, have some sensitivity!
Grim Reaper: Not in my vocabulary. On with you, go on!
Natalie and Caden: Noooooo!

And Lana missed the whole thing. Her husband is gone, and she's off sipping cocktails with her elderly friends. Tsk, tsk.



Poor Liam.....



Naturally, bad occurences must happen all at once, and therefore....



Needless to say, Lana shouldn't have been cooking while mourning. It is dangerous to multitask when emotionally damaged. But the family needed to eat, and she was making an effort to fulfill her motherly duties. And, naturally, there was no fire alarm, because the Legacie's had been saving up for some redecorating and renovating. Lana, snap out of it and retrieve your children!

Lana: Oh, goodness! Liam, Natalie, Caden, go outside immediately! Run, run!

And call the fire department! For god's sake, hurry!

Lana: My stove, my beautiful stove!

GO OUTSIDE!



Of course the children were panic stricken and really just wanted to witness the terrible fire. Lana had a terrible time keeping them outside with her.

Lana: And that blasted repairman! He won't listen to me! He's just standing right by the fire and screaming! Oh dear, I hope the firemen come soon.

Oh dear.

Fireman: We can't reach the fire! Hopefully it burns out quickly.

Could you at least extinguish the gentleman? These children do not need to witness a man burned alive.

And Mr. Reaper paid us another visit, less than 24 hours later. Lana was starving, and I believe Natalie was thinking about.... theatre?

RIP Bubba. You should have stayed out of the fire (his gravestone engraving).

With all the turmoil it's easy to see why the family would be in disarray.


And to top it all off?


Natalie: Mom! Get Mr. Reaper out of my room! I don't like him!
Lana: How dare you stick around! Have you any compassion?
Grim Reaper: Excuse me? Do you know who I am?!
Lana: You've done enough to us. Please leave.
Grim Reaper: I will leave, but only because I have other places to be.



Of course, life must go on in the Legacie family. Death is a natural course of life and everything continues, so the family will continue as well. 
Today is Natalie's birthday.

Ehhh.....




Here we are. Natalie Legacie, who officially Cannot Stand Art.

Lana: I beg your pardon?
Natalie: And I wonder how that came to be. Maybe it was because you spent my entire childhood at that blasted easel!
Lana: Art is a part of this family and you will respect it, young lady!
Natalie: We'll see about that.

Lana is just Miss Popularity when it comes to parties. She gets invited left and right!

Lana: You know, Demarcus, I have a beautiful daughter I think you might like to meet. She's simply stunning, you would LOVE her.

Easy, Lana, she just became a teenager.



Natalie: Caden! Why are you eating cake when your brother is making us dinner?!



Caden: I can eat whatever I choose, whenever I please! So there! You're not the boss of me!
Natalie: When mother's not here, Liam and I are in charge.
Caden: Whatever. You're not in charge! Liam's the oldest! If he didn't want me to eat cake, he would have said so!
Natalie: He is too busy COOKING for us to even notice, you brat! And I AM in charge over you because I'm older than you!
Caden: Well, we'll just ask MOM about that!



And as the days passed by, things continued as normal in the Legacie house....

Lana continued painting, and finally was allowed to return to work.

Lana: I'm so good at what I do, my hand sparkles!

Yeah, you might want to get that checked out. Could be eczema, or dandruff of the hand, or something...

The chidlren spent their time attending school and doing their homework.




And, not so normal, Liam has been spending an awful lot of time making mysterious phone calls.

Caden: Could you keep it down Liam, I'm trying to study here.



And finally, the day arrived.

Lana became the Leader of the Free World! It has been done!

Lana: I did it! I did it! Yahooooo!

And now what, Lana?

Lana: I dunno. Maybe I'll retire. Not sure yet.

Well, alright then.



The same day, a birthday cake was on the dining room table. We all know what that means, but whose birthday is it today?






Why, it's Caden's, of course!

And here he is, with the handy trait.




Now is the time when an heir must be selected. It could be......

It was a night in the Legacie abode, and all through the house.....

 

Everybody was sleeping, and leaving Natalie completely by herself.

Natalie: Oh, Bob. I feel so alone in the world.
Bob: ........

(You know, for a toddler, that's some pretty good vocabulary and sentence structure. I might like her after all!)

Natalie: Bob?! Did you say something??
Bob: .........
Natalie: *sigh*

Aaand I'm afraid to say this was bound to happen sooner or later... (sooner, seeing as rules say lifespan must be kept on regular or whatever) Time for our beautiful founder to be come wrinkly and saggy in all the wrong places.

Lana: Please don't ruin my birthday. I hope and pray my wish comes true.


Aand here she be. She's a little creepy, I think. Kinda like an old witch, or something.

Lana: *sigh* Waste of a wish.....

Aw, didn't come true? What'd ya wish for?

Lana: The idiotic voice in my head to disappear. 

Well, that's just offensive. And hurtful. 



Anyhoo, life continued on normally in the Legacie household...



Caden, like his other two siblings, learned all the important whose-its and whats-its of toddlerhood, and received his short-lived attention from mom. 

Caden: Voice?
Lana: Yes, voice! Good, Caden!
Caden: ....voice?
Lana: Oh no, he's cursed with it, too.

I'll have you know I am HARDLY a curse.

Lana held campaign fundraisers left and right because she's a closet workaholic....

And, of course, there were birthdays! Here goes Natalie's....

After aging up, Natalie took a whopping piece of cake and inherited the "clumsy" trait.



[[Now, this is the point in the game at which I installed Late Night. Just a side note. It's not terribly noticeable, but I thought I'd mention it anyhow.]]

Liam: Natalie, mom is just too busy resenting us because we prohibit her from promotions. And they say I'M the workaholic. Ha! I don't even have a job.



Grady: Children, don't talk about your mother behind her back. She just likes to paint, that's all.


And Old Man Grady certainly did mean 'behind her back', seeing as whomsoever paints at the easel has their BACK to the dining table! 

And Lana the Witch casts a menacing look down on the awful spawn who ruined her dreams and career, before retreating to her easel.

Natalie, kind soul that she is, spends quality time with Caden and allows him to chew on her dolls.

Natalie: Eww, Caden no!
Caden: *drools*

Or perhaps she wasn't aware that he was chewing on her dolls...

All Grady ever does is stand around and look through this here tube all day.

Grady: I'm just standin' out here watchin' airplanes... take off..... just waitin' to diiiieeeee.....

Yes Grady, how ARE you still alive? You've been an elder for a considerable amount of time.

Grady: Well, maybe the Grim Reaper knows all my kids would die I weren't around to pay attention to them!

Hmm.... valid reasoning... I'll take it!

Lana, you know, you DO have three kids. There are other things to do in life besides --

Lana: QUIET. I'm busy.

*shuffles off*

It's homework tiiiiiiimmmeee! Here at the Legacie abode. Yippee Kye Yay.

Liam: Voice, could ya leave us alone for awhile, please?

While I appreciate your manners, young man, I feel very unwanted here in this household.

Lana: *from the easel* You've never BEEN wanted in this household!

Well maybe I'll just LEAVE THEN!

Lana: Will you?!

Probably not. Moving on....

As you can see, Caden finds Liam EXTREMELY fascinating (he is, if I recall, easily impressed). As you can also see, Liam plays more of a parenting role in Caden's young life than perhaps his own parents do. Perhaps he doesn't want Caden experiencing the same neglect.

Liam: Well, mostly I'm just bored...
Caden: NOSE!
Liam: Yes, yes. This is a nose.



Attention, attention. Painting has been maxed. ATTENTION! Lana has MAXED her painting! 

Oh whatever will you do now, dear?

Lana: Paint.

....well alright. But I won't like it.


Let's play a little game called "What's Wrong in This Next Picture?"
Are you ready?
3.....
2......
1......

What's Wrong in This Next Picture?

1. Lana is at the dinner table
2. Liam is missing from the dinner table

Please take note of the puzzled expression on darling Natalie's face as she gazes upon this woman.
Is she thinking:

A. Who is this strange woman at our dining room table and why is she here?
B. How dare you join us in a family dinner!
or 
C. I resent you for neglecting me throughout my childhood.


If you guessed either A, B, or C, you are correct! It could be either one of those thoughts going through our little clumsy girl's noggin.
Anyhoo, enough with the fun and games, where IS Liam?!

Ah. Off by his loner self, enjoying some peace and quiet. Or distance from his mother.

Lana: *from the dining room* Enough of this! You, ya stupid VOICE, are making me out to be entirely worse than I actually am! Stop this at once!

I'll consider it. But you better step up your game then, woman.

It's a new dawn, it's a new day, it's a new liiiiiiifee.....
And it's Caden's birthday.
Here we have Caden's lovely, lovely, lovely mother taking him to his birthday cake. How sweet. Wish I could have gotten more pictures.

Badabing, badaboom, may I present the (rather mysterious and suspicious looking in this photograph) Caden Legacie! Caden has recently been discovered as a genius! Hoorah, hoorah!




I AM going to end this installment here, although I will immediately delve into writing the next installment due to the fact that I want to get caught up and receive some help in heir decision. Until next time (which will probably be in a couple hours), happy simming! And thanks for reading.

 

Alright, and we're back to A Legacie Tale, and we'll jump into the third installment of Generation One, with our near and dear friend Lana Legacie. 

If you haven't been keeping up, Lana recently wed her maid, Grady, and gave birth to a child named Liam. Liam, poor little guy, has been born into complete poverty and is, at the present time, living on the lawn with his destitute parents. 




What's this? Is Lana actually fulfilling her duties as a mother rather than spending all of her spare time working on a promotion?

Lana: Whatever. Say nachos, kid.
Liam: Nados!
Lana: Congratulations. Now play with your toys.

Well Liam, at least you received SOME attention today. 

Liam: Nados!

Yes. Yes, indeed.




And, dear old dad (and I mean OLD) took care of some of the other issues. All the necessary toddler skills were indeed fulfilled, I won't bore anybody with all the pictures. This part of the whole ordeal is relatively boring and uneventful and I apologize. These are old photos, and in the future I intend on spicing it up a bit and keeping more on top of things.

Grady: I would like something served on a platter.




Here we have a lovely founder painting that Lana created herself, whilst daydreaming about the job she is never able to attend due to maternity leave and such.

Lana: And I maxed logic and everything! I'm going insane here, I need out!

I thought you already thought you were insane?

Lana: .....even more insane. And, little miss "Poverty Voice", how am I ever supposed to get off the lawn if I'm not permitted to work?

That is your job to figure out. Poverty Voice? Really? That's uncreative and in no way entertaining or amusing whatsoever.

Lana: Well nobody ever said I was creative or entertaining, did they?

I suppose not...

Lana: OH MY GOD, I get to go to work! ohmigawd ohmigawd ohmigawd......

Better hurry up, or they're not gonna let you go! *snicker*

Lana: *gasps for air while sprinting to carpool*

Apparently Lana and Grady are able to afford this random assortment of objects and items, but STILL cannot afford a roof over there heads. Ahem?? *awaits explanation*

Lana: Today, I was promoted to Governor! And I'm holding my campaign fundraiser at home, so I needed some forms of entertainment.

All these items to fulfill your ever need and still on the lawn. Tsk, tsk.

Lana: I don't recall anybody asking you. Now please leave me and my thoughts alone, I have donations to acquire.



Liam: Bob, there's too many people here. I don't like people. Make the people go away!
Bob: ......
Liam: Bob, you no talk. My parents ignore me. You ignore me, too?
Bob: ......
Liam: You better than people. 

Lana: So, since I can't ever go to work, I've been painting a lot lately, and --

Grady: Honey, I'm getting old. Are we ever --

Lana: Excuse me, I was talking about painting here.

Grady: I do whatever you ask all the time. And I'm obviously not going to be a gold digger before I die. So I'm asking you this, can we have another kid?! Before I die?

Lana: Having kids equals no work time, and that is something I do not like.

Grady: Let us have a baby, or I will make sure you never work again.

Lana: Wait, are YOU threatening ME?!

Grady: You taught me well.



It's birthday tiiiimee! It's time for childhood on the lawn!

Lana: Enough with the lawn cracks! We are surviving just fine with no complaints!

And here's Liam eating his birthday cake. He is now friendly, as well as an eccentric loner. Isn't he a cutie?

Liam: Can you leave me alone, please? I like to eat my cake by myself.

Oh, what, you're not freaked out by the "big, scary voice"?

Liam: Of course not! I hear voices all the time.

Hmm..

Grady: WEEEE! This is sooo much fun! Weeee! Lana, you gotta get up here!

Liam: Dad, it's just a trampoline! Calm down.

Grady: Lana! Get UP HERE!

Lana: I have better things to do, thanks.

I think she might still be a little peeved about you turning her blackmailing skills against her, Grady ole' pal.



Lana was promoted to Vice President today. Good enough for her? Of course not! BUT, that's 2 promotions now since Liam and THAT means..... *drumroll*



Lana: *gasp*! My pajamas turned into regular clothes!

No, that's actually some stupid custom content glitch. That's apparently your maternity wear!

Lana: Maternity.... *thinks very hard* ......maternity...... *thinks harder* maternity...... *turns red*

You're going to be a mommy again!

Lana: *gasp*! Nooooo!

I swear, she isn't family-oriented at all.

Aaand, here's what the newly impregnated woman chose to wear today.

Lana: I refuse to be pregnant, and I am boycotting pregnancy by wearing this outfit. Therefore I will not be pregnant.

Uhh, it doesn't really work like that, honey...

Lana: What do you know? You're just a silly little voice.




Grady: Alright, the you divide the four by two, and you get -- I'm sorry, son, but do you REALLY have to wear that strawberry outfit?

Liam: It actually more closely resembles a watermelon, and yes I certainly must wear it! What are you doing here anyway? You're an old man! How could you possibly remember this stuff?!

Grady: Well fine. I don't wanna hang out with some fruit anyway!

Exhibit A of why elderly folk should not use exercise equipment. You trying to die early, Grady?!



It's a darn good thing he did that working out, though, because that night a burglar appeared!

Grady: Stop right there! Don't make me beat you down!

Burglar: Look, you're an old man, I don't wanna hurt you, I just want some money. So, if we could just work that out....

Grady: Oh, it's money you want, eh? Well we don't have any of that around here. As you can see, we live on our lawn, so we're just about flat broke.

Burglar: Is that so? Huh. Well, what a poor move on my part. That's some seriously bad judgement. I'm embarrassed. 

Grady: Heck, I would be too if I were you! But I'll tell ya what, the Landgrabb's over there, they're filthy stinkin' rich! They're our neighbors, in that huge mansion over yonder! I don't know why you didn't go there in the first place.

Burglar: Say, thanks a lot!

Grady: No problem. No problem. Now if you don't mind, I'm going to head back to sleep now.

Burglar: Have an excellent night!

Grady: You too, my good man.



...........


And what happens the day after the burglar not-so-bad fiasco? 


.............

THE LEGACIES GET A HOUSE!!!!
*Ahem*, sorry. 
A real house too, with wallpaper on the walls and flooring on the floors. I'm so proud. Nothing is matchy-matchy at this point, but at some point the best will be done in order to make this house a dang good lookin' abode. But finally, with Baby #2 on the way, Little Miss Vice President can afford herself (and her child...... and husband) a house.

A house just in time for....



Natalie Legacie! She's a little bundle of joy who is excitable and a virtuoso. My, my my, what lovely traits!



Annnd, seeing how I'm a complete failure at photo taking, here we are at Natalie's birthday already!

Here's dear old Natalie. I gotta say I'm not 100% on this.... I hope my genetics haven't started off as disaster in Generation 2 already! Oh, goodness....



It's just a birthday extravaganza here at the Legacie Abode! Here goes Liam, who apparently is only 3 years old.



Here's darling Liam as a teen. He looks alright at this angle, but I gotta say sometimes he has quite the unattractive chin on him. Oh no, oh no, this just simply won't do. Oh, and he's a workaholic now.

Liam: Please stop talking about me when I can hear you.

My apologies, kind sir.



 One of my outfits has a MAJOR glitch, and I will be removing that immediately (I actually think I already did). This mess of shapes and colors is actually Natalie, sitting down for a meal. She, like Liam, achieved all of her valuable skills such as walking, talking, peeing and pooping. Yipee Kye Yay and all that.



Bad batch o' pancakes, there, Lana?

Oooh, that's right. She's pregnant again. Whoops, I'm just a mess with the photo taking it seems. I promise I'll step it up after this update.

Lana: Will you just shut up and help me deal with this please?
 
'Help you deal with it?' I would have thought that by NOW, you'd have realized that I'm nothing but a voice.

Lana: Well at least shut up, then.

*Refrains from commenting on men's reaction to labor*

*refrains from announcing the arrival of the new family member, Caden, who is both friendly and easily impressed*

Here's darling Caden as a toddler. This one got his father's hair. Not too shabby, so far, I'd say. (I'm not refraining any longer from speaking).


I suppose I'll leave it off here. Will the Legacie family be doomed to horrendous genetics at the Generation Two level? Will there be any more children? Will Grady ever die (he's been an elder forEVER!)?? Will Lana ever become the Leader of the Free World?! Well, let's hope the answers to those burning questions will be revealed in the next installment!