Chapter 2 Nooboos and Proposals
Everyone in our household has a particular job: I cook and take care of the garden; Gavin cleans house (he has the neat trait so he enjoys cleaning), keeps me happy, and writes books; Mitchell helps with the garden and fishes (two angelfish already, swimming around in their bowls); Zoe helps with the garden and the nooboos; and J...
J is doing his bit to make sure that Willow Creek stays populated.
He's the only person I know who is vain enough to make social calls in a Speedo. On the other hand, when you save someone's life, I guess they don't care how you're dressed.
The time finally came for Zoe to have her baby. (Mitchell kept running around in a panic, but there aren't any pictures of him.)
Zoe: Ow ow OW!
Summer Holiday: Oh, you're in labor. How interesting. Do you mind if I take notes?
And here is little Risk Patel.
Summer Holiday: Risk, what an odd name.
Summer is in no position to talk, but this is a good moment to explain the naming theme for nooboos born into our household: heirs get the names of card games, and non-heirs get the names of board games.
Gavin took the opportunity to practice his parenting skills.
It wasn't long before I went into labor myself, but luckily I was alone.
Alone, that is, until little Pinochle showed up.
Soon after that, we discovered that J's first foray into population expansion had been a success. Summer came over for a little dinner party that I hosted (a gold medal party, I might add).
That evening Risk leaped out of his bassinet. He's a social child like his mother and father.
The next day, both Gavin and I had the day off (no one else in the household has an actual job), so I decided it would be a good day for a wedding. I baked a nice cake, but Mitchell took a piece before I could put the top on it.
We then realized that if we were to have a wedding, we needed an engaged couple, so Mitchell spoke the words he should have said a while ago.
Zoe accepted, and I called to set up their wedding.
Me: Hello, I'd like to set up a wedding at Oakenstead.
Wedding Planner: Sorry, but you're not engaged.
Me: Does that really matter? I'm calling for my housemate.
W.P.: She needs to set up her own wedding.
Me: But I have to be the one to schedule the wedding if I want it to count for my dynasty attempt.
W.P.: Miss, are you engaged? Yes or no.
Me: Wait just a minute. Gavin!
Gavin: I know we've been through some ups and downs together, but Bezique, the mother of my child Pinochle, would you, could you possibly do me the honor of taking my hand symbolized by this ring --
Me: Yes!
By that time the wedding planner had hung up. When I called back, I got her answering service, so the wedding pictures will have to wait until the next update. Incidentally, Summer had a little boy, Aron (and I ask you, what kind of name is that? Did you intend to call him Aaron and just forget a letter?).
