My bouncy 9 year-old stepson made his presence known last night as, approximately 0.8 seconds after racing through the doorway and removing his shoes, the intro music to The Sims2 blasted through the house at deafening levels.
He has been incredibly concerned about them. The last time he was here, his Sim family was about to receive a pizza delivery, and thus everytime he has called us he has asked, worriedly, if they did receive the pizza. They are hungry, and they need it, and they are a bit stupid so my God, what are they going to do if they don't get the pizza?
Aidan tried to explain that the Sims, they are frozen in time without their game being played, but this did not compute.
The cute boy insisted on creating a Sim family based on Aidan, myself, himself and his sister (who is currently parked on the couch watching Desperate Housewives and doting on one of the cats, who thinks she's some kind of god). It amuses me-he has created this family 3 times but, as he was learning the game, he would get rid of them when it was revealed that they weren't going well. One version of the Sim of him was taken away by social services even, which has now prompted "the blue car is coming!" jokes in the house.
He has stuck his head into the kitchen a few times. "Hi!" he chirps. "It's me, the Evil Twin!" Then he proceeds to plug codes into the game to help him cheat like a maniac. I do not approve of this, and have told him so. One of his codes helps him get a load of money at the expense of not being able to work (and if only life worked that way....) I went upstairs while he was kitting out every single room in the house with the highest of Sim hifi technology, including plasma screen TVs for the kids' rooms. He thought the lawn was boring and so bought carpet and carpeted the entire yard, only he had to remove it when he decided to make the entire lawn one gigantic swimming pool. Clearly someone is dreaming of making the Sims life his life.
I point to the swollen bank account and then indicate that he bought the cheapest possible showers.
"Dude," I say. "Why don't you buy the posh showers?"
He looks at me. "Van-ESSA..." he says, in pure exasperation. "I don't want to go overboard or anything."
Right.
I always knew being a step-parent would be hard.
I guess I never knew how much fun it would be, also.
Posted by Vanessa at January 27, 2006 10:24 AM | TrackBackI am going to graduate from "girlfriend" to "step-mom" in just a few weeks (I'm moving in--not marrying just yet). Your stories are some of my favorites. I'm sure the darling 7 1/2 year old twins will be a challenge and a joy!
Posted by: sophie at January 29, 2006 07:49 PMBeing a stepmom is pretty cool. It really adds a twist to the IF journey, that is for sure. Sims is kinda fun too, I have to agree with your SS.
I am heading for my first IVF this spring, due to MF (vas-reversal). If you would like me to add your link to my blog, just pop over an leave me a quick comment. You can add link to my blog on your site if you like. I'm going to get caught on up your blog - cool graphics!
Oops - check your posting name, dear.
cute story. stepmothering is fun. it sure gets trying during those teenage years. oy vey!
Posted by: becky at January 27, 2006 09:15 PMHee, hee...if he said that to me, I'd grab both his cheeks and pinch the crap out of them. I love hearing little kids sound exasperated when grown ups just don't get it!
Posted by: Ornery at January 27, 2006 05:09 PMHi Vanessa. Thank you for your e-mail. I am looking forward to sharing your journey. I am particularly touched by the knowledge that you are egg-sharing to donate to another couple as I am on the flipside of that (although with a known donor). It is truly amazing what you are doing and I wish you all the very best.
Posted by: Pamplemousse at January 27, 2006 01:08 PM