Jesus, not again! I'm sparing us all the rigmarole of vet pictures so just know that, yes, we did get this taken care of.


Why, yes, I did dress everyone up in holiday attire and it is the cutest thing I've ever seen, thank you very much!


To occupy herself before food and presents, Arwen is taking another crack at the ol' science station.


It's time for a family singalong! Of course Helena had to invite Dear Old Dad. If only he had gotten the memo on the attire.


But, wait, we can't sing without Adrian, the cutest little elf anyone ever did see!


Kill. Me. Now.


Erick: No, son, I have no idea why your mother is making us wear these outfits, either. Just go with it.


Adrian is absolutely stoked to get presents but I'm not quite sure how he is opening that up all on his own. Oh, Sims 4 toddlers, you're the best.


Sibling hugs all around. It's like they sense something bad coming in the air and they need to reassure everyone that they love each other.


August: I mean, it's fine that I have to sit on the couch with my baby brother when I'm the oldest child. It's fine. I didn't want to sit with Mom and Dad anyways. Smile through the pain, Aug, you'll be fine.


Meanwhile, Arwen is having just a whale of a time eating with her parents. It's almost like she's the favorite. Don't tell anyone.



ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME!? This motherhecker had the audacity to go ahead and DIE on his daughter's upstairs landing on WINTERFEST of all days when the rest of the family is downstairs having a great meal.

This blogger will never forgive you, Robert. Rest in peace. NOT.


Take him, Grim. I don't even care. Just punch him into your little tablet and get the hell out.


God, Robert, now you've gone and made the baby cry.


Father Winter arrived right in time to not completely ruin the day. Who doesn't love presents?! Probably Helena, whose dad just died right above her.


Erick, however, is like a kid in a candy store. And Grim is watching TV. Casual.


August: And then he died. Right there where you're standing!

At least the kids will have something to write in their "what did you do on Winter Break?" essays.


This day was just too much for little Adrian, who decided to sleep butt up on the dining room rug.


Helena: See, sometimes, when we get old, we just have to take a trip to somewhere that the rest of us can't go.
Father Winter: Riveting talk, lady, really well done.



The worst thing this game has ever done to me is make toddlers cry. How could you, you monsters.


Helena seems to be coping with the loss of her father quite well. Secluding herself in her son's room to eat dinner isn't that far off from the norm for these people.


Nothing better to distract yourself with than your children. It's very important to Helena that Adrian knows all of the best animals, like the fox.


More Winterfest presents?! Nope. It's birthday time for these two.


Arwen: Will you let me open one next, please? Stop hogging all the spotlight, August.

Oh, honey, he could never.


Look at this beautiful cake Helena made for her beautiful children. Definitely don't look at how fake her smile is. She's grieving, okay, give her a break.


First up: the firstborn. He gears up, making his wish.


Helena: That's my baby! Turning into a young adult. Oh God, save us now, where has the time gone? I'm so old!

Now it's this little lady's turn to hit the teen years. These are two stoked parents.


Aaaaaand excitement over.

Erick: Just blow the candles out, honey, let's go.





Now that August is officially a young adult, he has absolutely had it with these ladies coming into his room to listen to the radio.


He won't tell them that quite yet, though. After all, life is short, so you might as well dance.