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)

Comments

[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.

[samson]

Are you kiddin'? The wiggling is from you, hands down.

[molotov]

I never wiggle.

[samson]

You're like a champion wiggler. Though I think maybe you got a contender right here.

[molotov]

I have never wiggled once, and certainly not as much as this squirmy worm!

[Tickles!]

[samson]

Nooooo...!

[While the baby squirms, Brock takes the opportunity to mercilessly tickle his wife, too. We'll see who doesn't wiggle!]

[molotov]

[Molotov just shrieks with surprise and laughter, and tries to kick Brock in the legs.]

[samson]

Pfft! Watch it, there's a baby here! Don't be so violent.

[Which doesn't mean he's going to stop tickling her, by the way.]

[molotov]

You stop!

[She scoops her baby away in one smooth movement, and kicks Brock in the knee. Haha, now she is facing the other way!]

[samson]

[Rude! Don't take his baby from him!!

Brock scowls at her back for a second, then flops heavily -- pointedly!! -- onto his side, scooting closer to spoon her.]

[molotov]

[Molotov just laughs and snuggles Andropov.]

[samson]

[AGGRESSIVELY SPOONS]

[molotov]

[AGGRESSIVELY CUDDLES!]

Daddy is so dumb, huh, Andropov?

[samson]

Mm-hm! Dumb daddy. [Laughing!!!]

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