Franklin: Week 28 - Meet the NowaksNo worries devoted readers, Fyve will have her chance at telling our story, just a bit later. I convince my sister Fhore to allow me the chance of gushing over my beautiful family. If you would rather just read about what's happening around the house at large, feel free to skip to the next update. Of course, it will take a little while for Fyve to organize herself and post it. But since you're here you might as well allow me to tell you about my week.
As you all know, I work as an International Super Spy, oddly enough there isn't much travel involved. Basically I go to work 4 days a week and have my evenings to spend as I please. Sunday, I invite Sandi and the children out to the park for some quality family time. We commandeer the Gnubb game for the entire afternoon! Jarod and I take on Marty and Sandi while little Lenny plays with the toddler toys. [I found out that 6 Sims can play Gnubb at the same time, 3 per side.]
Jarod and I soundly beat Sandi and Marty round after round, so Marty decides he'd rather play for our side. Sandi convinces a couple Sims from the audience to help her out. But it's no use, we men have the majority so we will win!
When the boys sit down to finish their homework before it gets too dark to see, I push the love of my life on the swings. [Actually, the game got interrupted by the pregnancy spin.] This is another new dress which she insists is absolutely necessary. If she has to suffer through 3 days of nausea and an aching back, she will have a new outfit for each pregnancy! I'm just excited that she was willing to try for a baby girl one last time.
A couple days later, I meet up with Sandi at the Red Rendezvous after work for some dancing and foosball when our evening gets interrupted very suddenly. Please welcome our perfectly adorable baby boy, Jerrod. Now why, you ask, would we name our fourth child by the same name as our second? That's a very good question. My answer is this: I am in the bathroom when Sandi fills out and hands in the paperwork. It seems to be a case of severe post-pregnancy brain. I make a trip to City Hall and our fourth child gets his own name, Mitchell, after Sandi's grandfather. Marty gets the news and stops by after school lets out, I don't even see him there as we are leaving.
I take Sandi and brand-new Mitchell home to relieve the babysitter and, while Sandi and the nooboo sleep, I spend time with Lenny teaching him how to talk. This family is my entire world. Just look at his little face.
The next day is my day off so I help Sandi and the boys move to a larger house just down the street from ours, the old Baker place. It has enough room for all the boys as they grow up. Jarod has his own definition of babysitting and he promptly gets sent back out on box hauling duty when Sandi catches this behaviour. Sandi takes over nooboo care and directing boxes to the right rooms.
We all take a dip in the backyard pool after the boxes are unloaded. Then, after a pizza supper, the boys head upstairs to unpack a couple of their boxes while Sandi feeds Mitchell and I teach Lenny the tricks of walking.
On Saturday, Patrick is doing very well in his new job and offers the boys a couple free makeovers. They agree when he assures them they get to decide a few things. The middle picture is them before their makeovers and then after on either side. [I have finally discovered Marty's hair colour! Not sure where it's from but it's orange.] Marty elects to keep most of his everyday look but gets whole new formal and athletic wear for his last couple days as a teen. Jarod allows Patrick a little more creative freedom and comes out looking pretty sharp.
And since I'm showing you pictures of my boys, I might as well include the little ones, too. We add toddler toys to the gym when Sandi brings the little ones along for her workout.
Well, that's my little family. Sandi and I are about to celebrate our elder birthdays so we can retire and just watch our little ones grow up. That reminds me, Lenny should be having a birthday here shortly too. It's great having them just down the street now as the boys often stop by on their way home from school and visit with their Grandma Therie and Auntie Fhore.
I'll go get Fyve now so she can fill you in on what everyone else is doing this week.
