The History of the Crosby Family: A DecaDynsasty

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Thank you very much lilygirl!

A law enforcement track is indeed Sophia's dream, but an uncooperative lifetime wish system might give her a reality check... So far virtually every other related one has popped up, but not International Super Spy. I'm still hoping for the best.

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Chapter Twelve – Of Friends and Fishes

Harriet Crosby brings another color into our narrative. After Heather and Odin were thoroughly expecting a little boy and had carpeted the old crib accordingly, the newest addition insisted on green fabric before obliging them with a nights sleep. His green little monster, Odin calls her. Heather tells him he’s going to give his children strange complexes.

Sophia rushes over to Dmitri’s house to tell him about her new sister, but all she finds is an elderly Ivanov with a menacing, ethereal look about her. Sophia is unsure whether she can keep up her friendship with Dmitri with so many oddballs around.

There is one friendship though that she doesn’t need to worry about. Kia Bagely, of the infamous Bagely line, is a frequent visitor to the Crosby house.

The two are as thick as thieves (and Odin and Heather watch Kia closely to see that she does not exhibit the same kleptomaniac tendencies as her grandmother). The pair satiates Sophia’s desire for illuminating discussions, plays chess, plays ball, and keeps Odin company while he’s learning the latest cooking obsession.

The two other members of the household also keep busy. Heather with her gem collecting, and Harriet with her hours of staring at the ceiling waiting to be whisked away to another patch of carpet.

The (not so) secret garden is flourishing. It turns out that Odin has some skill with the hoe and watering can, and he has already taken his first new harvest to the consignment store. The profits, he says, are going to an undisclosed fund.

He’s also persuaded his lovely wife (one of his few victories) to give fishing another whirl. Heather agrees, only after stating that she will release every fish she catches back into the river. Odin smiles, nods and chuckles to himself.

These fishing trips also provide Heather a timely opportunity to visit with her constituents. Now that Harriet is alive and kicking (metaphorically speaking – she doesn’t move much), it’s time to get her head back into the game.

Finally the fourth member of our family is ready to outgrow her pink rags into something a bit more fitting. The family conga lines Harriet into toddlerhood.

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Chapter Thirteen – I See a Red Door and I Want It Painted Green

The Crosby House on Eli Court is gradually becoming an impressive behemoth of a log cabin. It now dwarfs most neighboring houses, and sends inspirations to the nearby Broke family that maybe one day their own trailer home can be as ostentatiously transformed.

The littlest Crosby is a welcome addition to the family, and not just because she was the catalyst for the renovation. She has a special affinity to her sister Sophia, and the two always seem to bring out smiles in each other. They giggle, laugh, and guffaw all day long.

Her first three words were paint it green. And in a rare moment of nostalgia for their eldest’s younger days, the parents made haste to recolor the bedroom in hopes that it might stay the aging process indefinitely. Unfortunately it doesn’t, but at least our little Harriet has a room to her liking.

Harriet’s alone-time activities have vastly improved from babyhood. Instead of waiting to be moved from carpet patch to carpet patch, she waits to be moved from crib to high chair and back again.

Fortunately she can sometimes escape from the confines of these locations in order to cultivates her musical talents and rocket ship navigation techniques.

The three older Crosbys do their best to impart their knowledge to Harriet. Sophia the genius gifts her with an impressive vocabulary. The Vice President of Riverview teaches her how to walk. And Odin, lucky Odin, handles the realm of the potty.

After that, at least, he has a valid reason to go play in the sprinkler. The (not so) secret garden is surprisingly fit for activities other than planting veggies.

   
And our lovely parents, who have been with us since the beginning, feel the call of elder hood nearing. Not immediately troubling, but time is indeed running thin.

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Note about lack of posts -

About three to four weeks ago my game started to get very buggy (sims weren't staying at work, weren't staying asleep, becoming stuck every 2 minutes, etc). And then, after installing Generations and letting it sit for a week or so, most of the bugs seemed to have disappeared. So fortunately if things continue bug free, I'll be able to keep this DecaDynasty going. Looking forward to posting more updates soon.

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Chapter Fourteen – Teenage Dreams

We last left our teenage beauty laughing candidly with her little sister. We now find her hard at work on the chessboard. Her genius, it seems, is paying off in spades when it comes to outwitting her opponents. The rest of the family has boycotted the table. The joy of losing only lasts for so long.

And Odin Crosby has other matters on his mind. His (not so) secret garden continues to mature, with apple trees reaching nearly to the second floor of his home, and grapes, tomatoes and lettuce lining the way.

He often sneaks on to friends’ properties in an effort to raise his skill with the trowel and hoe. The McDermott household routinely discovers a dirty, rugged Odin elbow deep in fertilizer, struggling to extract one last grape from an uncooperative vine.

But thanks mainly to the efforts of his outdoorsy wife, he has nine special seeds to plant. One of these, he muses, will provide me with the fruit I need. Whenever his wife or daughter asks about the garden, he succinctly states that it’s something he’s always dreamed of having, ever since he was Sophia’s age.

Sophia has her own dream to fulfill. In the afternoon she takes to the pavement and at night she squats in front of the TV.

She intersperses these endorphin releasing activities with long hours glaring in front of the mirror, threatening to her mother that she will shear her hair off. Each time her parents call her “their little angle”, Sophia flinches. A cop’s got to look tough. But Heather, conscious of the message such a rebellious looking daughter will send to her voters, tells Sophia, “When you’re an adult, you can do as you please. But for now, the hair stays.”

On the night before the big election, Heather heads down to the corner bar to reunite with her old Boss, Rainer Kowling. While waiting, she treats herself to a very dry martini.

Mr. Kowling arrives, gives her a rundown of the day to follow, and is the first to dub her Mrs. Leader of the Free World. Heather smiles at the thought of accomplishing her own teenage dream.

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Can't believe I missed an update! Harriet is such a cutie! I love her name!
Odin's garden is very (not so) secret. Imagine playing in it. *zones off*
You're writing is amazing! I wish I could write like you!

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Chapter 15 – Mother and Daughters

On the dawn of the big day, Heather hoists her green little munchkin up for a pep talk, which turns out to be more of a soliloquy. Harriet listens, nods and then brandishes a lettuce leaf she uncovered next to Odin’s garden. Taking it as a good omen, Heather leaves the house optimistic that her hard work will be momentarily paid off.

While her mother heads off to meet her fate, Sophia is tempting fates of her own. A young man by the name of Tavares Hightower takes notice of our heroine between stretches.

Not ready for love, Sophia takes matters into her own hands and quickly ushers Mr. Hightower to the closest workout bench and commences drilling. Not what the young man had in mind, but he leaves the gym noticeably sorer.

And finally Heather arrives at the moment of judgment. She exits City Hall feeling unsure, the votes still untallied.

Then the news hits. Heather Crosby is Leader of the Free World. She takes it in, takes it all in. Riverview loves her for her goodness.

And then heads home to eat cake and digest the day’s happenings.

Now that our esteemed mother’s political feat is in the history books, we make haste to follow her darling daughter a journey of her own. Her teen years reach a close, and she awaits the rest of her family to return home before she begins life’s next stage.

After a few words from her doting father, Sophia is ready to explore the world as an adult. Fighting crime, it seems, is still on her radar after all. Odin often wonders with all these powerful women around him, how he manages to stay so grounded.

And with his green little monster playing in the TV hall, his wife by his side, and a few neighborhood faces close at hand, Odin watches his firstborn celebrate the most pivotal birthday of her life.

And finally we have our Sophia Crosby who is ready to take to the streets of Riverview, ensuring that even the weakest of the weak feel safe. Odin, for one, has never felt safer.

The only thing that didn't stick around to enjoy the party was Sophia's hair.

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Chapter Sixteen – A Family Aging

With four Crosby members living under one roof (however large), overcrowding can be an issue. Sophia, as much as she loves the others, often jogs in the morning to escape the endless “Odin, please do this"-es and "Odin, don't put those there!"-es thrown about. The Mrs. Leader of the Free World no longer deigns to do household chores, but she circumvents them in the most gracious form imaginable. Odin is typically left with a smile on his face wondering how a sponge appeared in his hands.

On her morning runs, Sophia keeps a watchful gaze on her fellow Riverviewians. Offering daily (unsolicited) tips to the downtown police station has even earned her the title of local snitch. She wears that name as a badge of honor. The Riverview cops dish over their morning coffee note that she must be the smartest dang snitch ever to grace the town.

While her family sleeps, our Mrs. Crosby is restless with the cares of her world upon her shoulders. She sometimes summons up the energy for midnight fishing trips overlooking the old cemetery. Odin mentions a rare fish, necessary for his pièce de résistance, and Heather hopes her catching it will make amends for her long work hours.

For his part, Odin does not begrudge his wife her working schedule. Rather, he enters his elder hood knowing that he has two of the cutest kids around, and the most elegantly attractive woman this farming town has ever seen. As he makes his last birthday wish, his only thought is of giving the rest of his family a long, moderately (but not too moderately) eventful life.

For himself, he’s ready to continue expanding his kitchen repertoire, cultivating his (not so) secret garden and developing his wardrobe collection until his date with the good Mr. Grim. “Fifteen more shirts”, he tells his wife, “and then I’m ready to go.”

But Odin is not the only one with a birthday. The littlest Crosby is ready to shun her title of Green Monster and assume a more prominent role in the household. Harriet Crosby has her sister’s blond locks and only a little of her genius. What she does have in abundance, though, is artistic flair.

And after a sleepless night shortly after watching her husband and littlest age, Mrs. Crosby finds herself looking in the mirror and a strange, wizened face staring back at her. With our Mr. and Mrs. Crosby now on their final decent to the next great adventure, the family routine changes little. They work, laugh, play, and fight. But for better or worse, the Crosby family cannot stay this way forever. Things will eventually have to change.