
Wild horse: "I's tired!"
Acorn: "Me too!"


Davin: "If you're so stressed, maybe we could go to the theater! Or go out to eat, if ya'd like. As long as they have grilled cheese I'm happy."

Davin: "And I thank them fer their discomfort and fer calling the police when ya wouldn't leave their property."
Should I be worried that Acorn just soiled himself and vegetables are now falling out of his mouth?
Acorn: "You should concern yerself with teh un-texturized gate!"
Duly noted, Acorn.


Davin: "What? Um...are you...


Davin: "You are strangely calm!!!"
Minnie: "Let's jus' git to the hospital."



These pictures speak for themselves, really. I have no excuse for you, Davin.


Oooh Acorn is up to the "trot" level. Daisy is no less terrified, I see. Anyway, they were off to run in a beginner's racing competition because Acorn wanted to.
And they won! :D


Drinking from a neighbor's pond. This is good. We didn't want friends anyway.

Nothing, you're just doing cute horse-y things, so I'm taking pictures.
I know babies are loud things, Davin, but continue. I'll turn the sound down.

Violet! I don't remember why you were at the salon but go meet this guy who's standing outside!

Just say hello. Couldn't hurt, right?




No, you're having your birthday. :(

Can't really tell from this picture, but, yeah, after I gave him a makeover he still looks pretty good.


Minnie: "This is good, huh? I'm older..."
I feel like if I had Generations you would be having a midlife crisis right now. So I'm glad you are not wishing to divorce Davin, or move across town, or something crazy like that. :D
Bit shorter chapter because Minnie grew up. Next time is the start of the 1890s (I feel like that's going to be a looong decade). And more babies? Yes.
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