Remember how my wife Ursula was throwing up? She was indeed with child. I helped her out as best I could. I even read that damn pregnancy book like she asked after she was done with it. And when time came, I drove her to the hospital, where she gave birth to a beautiful baby girl named Arabelle. Arabelle is a wad of energy; she likes waking us up through the night, which makes Ursula quite cranky, since she possesses the "neurotic" trait. I find that keeping her busy checking the sinks and the stove is the best way to let her sublimate her obssessive-compulsive behavior. She also does a lot of gardening, which leaves Sim Kevin taking after Arabelle more than she does. Blast! This is what I get for being a penniless band manager, while she helps her boss out with important "research" and stocks the fridge with tomatoes, grapes, and lettuce. What goes on in that lab, anyway?

This is my little bundle of joy. One of my favorite parts was when I didn't have a crib, so my Sims just keps putting her on the floor. If I am not careful, they'll do it in public too. On my visit to a local barbecue, I put her down in the grass, and another Sim went haywire when she started to cry, so I sent my wife to tell him a thing or two. He had a tantrum but didn't cause more trouble.

Here's the barbecue in question. Sim Kevin is eating hot dogs, while Ursula waits for her turn at the grill. This must be when Arabelle was laying in the grass, since neither of them are holding her!

Sometimes you have to get away from the wife, you know? This should have been a pleasant after-work dinner party. Instead, I met this dude named Cycl0n3 Sw0rd. I knew of him already, because Ursula delivers vegetables to him for profit. Well anyway, I thought his name was dumb. I mean, who uses a moniker like that in real life? His whole rich lifestyle with him and his bimbos in their huge loft offends me. So I told him what I thought.

He didn't take too kindly to my continued offenses however, but I didn't let up. First I told him his mother was a llama. Then I slapped him. Finally, I showed the scrawny ass that there was only room for one geek in town, and it's the one with the normal name and the beautiful wife. Well, I tried to show him. I lost the fight, but not before I declared Cycl0n3 Sw0rd my nemesis. I will not rest until I take him down.

Luckily, Ursula is less inclined to get herself into trouble. Here you can see her chatting it up with Sim Justin Calvert at the library, who managed to talk about computers--while in his workout clothing. Poor Justin. I should have put more thought into giving him a better exercise outfit.

It's hard work having a baby, an issue I have extended by cranking up my Sim lifespans to the longest possible. Luckily, because my Sims have opposite work shifts, I don't have to spring often for a babysitter, though Sim Kevin's barely had time to practice the guitar he's so busy with late night feedings and diaper changes. I'll keep you posted with more developments in the life of Sim Kevin and his wacky friends as the week progresses.