I don't think this is the perfect location for busking, nor do I think August was fully prepared but it looks like he does have at least one bystander curious about his music so... good for him? We didn't get any tips, though.


Helena has adapted very well to motherhood, and it's not like I had any doubts.


August, on the other hand, would much rather be playing the keyboard in front of the art museum while his wife handles the evening feed.

Just kidding, he's a really good father.


Rhea, are you on the computer while wearing your formal outfit?


Yup, she was. She looks amazing so I really don't blame her.


August, it's kind of rude to be eating something leftover from yesterday when Rhea is working over that hot stove to make something delicious for you.


Breakfast turns me on too, guys, it's okay.


Now that he's a father, I thought August would benefit from a more mature look. In other words, I let him skip the shaving and tamed his hair a little bit. I think it helps.


Who doesn't love digging through random boxes of junk to find snow globes? That's something that I really love in this game - the frogs, the crystals, the random plants. Exploring the worlds is made that much more fun.


OH MY GOD. Do you remember, a lonnnnnng time ago, there was a girl outside of the original Quickover house doing the underwear walk of shame?! She's back and she's an elder! Her bod is still rockin'! You go, girl.


This guy is also someone from August's childhood. His outfit is a little out there but it's always nice to catch up with old acquaintances.


We try our hand at busking a lot but we never really get any better at it. I guess August is more suited for the stage and not the sidewalk.


Our noisy neighbor is trying to get on our good side but Rhea never forgets. She's a woman who is scarred by the memory of this man getting his WooHoo on and that is a sin that can never be absolved.


Yeah, sure, let's spend the nonexistent tips we earned while busking on overpriced street food! No problem, Aug, definitely not on a budget or anything here.


I guess this lady is a San Myshuno institution or something because everyone wants a photo with her. August, step aside, you're ruining this kid's shot.


Okay. This has gotta stop happening.


Neighbor: Oh, hello, we have got to stop meeting like this.

Ya think?!


Some of the fam-a-lam came over to celebrate the twins' birthday. Here's Adrian trying to work his magic with the shushing finger.


Here's Oliver's de-clayified look. Those big eyes, though!


Okay, rude! Tegan is a perfectly good sister and you will love her!


Look at this little angel!


Either his diaper is on too tight or Adrian is really not pleased with sharing the spotlight. That doesn't even make sense because he's, like, incredibly shy and he would never want the spotlight anyways but you get what I mean.


I find parts of myself reflected in Oliver. I, too, would rather be alone in my room with technology.


Uncle Adrian is quick to swoop in and borrow all of the twins' toys.


I'm a sucker for the blocks. There are just a lot of cute animations.


Erick: You better carry my blonde hair into childhood and beyond, girl.


I'm going to need this lady to die soon because her immortality is really freaking me out at this point.


Little lady, what do you think you're doing with that sour look on your face? You better not be headed for Tantrum Town.


And, yet, here we are. Oliver is blissfully unaware.


Erick: It's weird that I've seemed to age a lifetime while you still look as fresh as you did all those years ago.
Nanny: It's a gift, I know.


I feel like Oliver is about to lose it on her for distracting him from his game.


Bath time!

Oliver: And that splash is for taking my tablet away.


Oh, honey. Raising toddlers is hard, even with the help of a nanny.


And we all drifted peacefully off to sleep.