IT'S A BABY-BONANZA!

[paradisamods]

Good morning, residents! Did you sleep well? You're going to need all the energy you can muster because congratulations: You're parents! Again! The Paradisa Stork has paid some very lucky residents a visit last night, and even moved them to a more kid-friendly environment.

Some of you may already recognize your little bundle of joy and--my, how they've grown! Others will have to get acquainted with their little rugrats. You may not know them, but they certainly know you. By they way? They're bored. And hungry! And they want all the attention you could possibly give them.

It's going to be a long week.

(ooc: Use this as a catch-all post! This will be the only mass post for the Sunny Skies Retreat, so you may use it for any day that you'd like. Feel free to make your own posts and/or sections whenever you'd like!

SECTIONS: BEDROOMS | PLAY ROOM | PETTING ZOO | POOL | GARDENS | THE CASTLE)

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[molotov]

[She shakes her head, and rubs Andropov's back.]

Nyet. Everything is fine now. I love you.

[samson]

[Andropov finally lets go of Molotov's face at that point.]

I love you too, Mama. Where's Daddy? Are you sure you didn't make him go away? [SKEPTICAL BABY LOOK.]

[molotov]

Daddy went for a shower. I did not make him go anywhere.

[samson]

[More skeptical baby looks.] He should come see me. We're in a kid place and I wanna go look.

[molotov]

Daddy will take you once he is done with his shower.

[samson]

[conspiratorial whisper] But how long? What if he drowneded?

[molotov]

[She laughs.] When has Daddy ever drowned before, huh? He only just went in, he will be out soon.

[samson]

If you say so...

[Brock didn't actually drowneded, because the shower turns off a few seconds later.]

[molotov]

[Molotov barely notices that the shower turns off -- she's too busy just staring at her daughter, gently running her thumbs over little plump cheeks and curly red hair.]

[samson]

[Andropov squirms a little bit more. Stop manhandling me, Mama!!!

Brock comes out of the shower shortly after, a towel wrapped around his waist.] Are you hiding under there.

[molotov]

[Molotov smiles at Andropov, but answers Brock.] Da.

[samson]

Well... c'mon and get up. We gotta go.

[molotov]

Nyet, Samson, not until you come under here with me.

[samson]

[What a weird request.] We can do that later, come on...

[He lifts up the covers anyway. And Andropov points at him.] Mama, he didn't drowneded.

[molotov]

[Molotov smiles at Brock.] No, he did not.

[samson]

[Brock stares for a second, then laughs and pushes his way into bed to snuggle up with both of them Andropov, naturally, still squirms about it.]

When did our baby girl get here? You shoulda got me out of the shower!

[molotov]

I thought her daddy should be clean before he got around her.

[samson]

Really? 'cause I think you just wanted her all to yourself. [To which he snuggles into Andropov's hair. Her response is to shriek with laughter and squirm even more.]

[molotov]

Maybe.

[samson]

Well, too bad! 'cause she's mine, too.

[Snugglin' awww yeaaah.]

[molotov]

That is debatable.

[samson]

That's ridiculous. Look at all this hair.

[He plays with Andy's extra curly hair, to which Andy whines and squirms. Personal space!!]

[molotov]

Could have gotten it from me.

[She plays with that hair too. Squirmy daughters are funny!]

[samson]

These curls? Nahhh.

[So much squirming!!!] Noooo, stoooop.

[molotov]

Or from one of my many paramours. The wiggling, too.