(Sinny’s note: This is a large chapter, but I really want to get the child-teen portion over fast. I only got Generations when Ellie was halfway through her toddler phase, but it will be used more next generation! YOU READY??? GOOOO~)

Well, here we are. My darling Damien was turning into an elder.

He was having a bit of a problem with dealing with it. He’s panic, and ask if me and the kids would still love him when he’s old and wrinkly. The silly man. I’d love him if he was a four foot blue toad. He’d still be my Damien.

Not bad for an elder if I say so myself. There was this younger boy who kept on bumping into his stomach, though. Damien didn’t really like that part.

It was also my little Roscoe’s birthday, too. He was turning teen. Oh no! I was a little nervous t the prospect of him getting all moody and grumpy like Aiden did when he was a teen. And I hoped he was handsome, but good. I was so nervous.

He was very handsome!

This girl appears to think so, too.

My family, eh? I loved it so much. Didn’t want any more kids though. Nooooope. Anyway. The party was great, and lasted until the little hours of the morning.

Damien presented me with these the next day. It was Spooky Day, and we all know what that means. Parties and the beginning of the dreaded plantpots! And the dormancy of all my perfect, perfect plants. Damien really does know how to cheer a girl up.

Damien dressed as a tofu dog, Roscoe dressed as a criminal and i dressed as a policewoman. I rocked the party with my dancing. I don’t care if Roscoe says otherwise. I am a COOL mom.

This happened too! It was towards the end of the party, so there weren’t many people inside. He just left. I think he liked the party, though. Never caught his name. I think he could have been one of the guests at one point. But that was the second zombie ever to be inside the Farrington house.

My little Ellie was very intelligent She learnt her toddler skills very quickly, and before i knew it, she was growing up.

She pretended to be a Queen a lot. She is so cute.

Now that the kids were old enough to walk, talk, and feed themselves, we were getting quite close. They even helped me through my winter blues by having snowball fights and making igloos and snowmen with me. It was lovely.

Roscoe was getting into art very quickly. And he was good, actually. He’s still developing, but we hand his paintings around the house. It’s a shame, really. It seems he likes art more than he likes people. Maybe he’ll get better when he’s older. I was a little bit like him when I was that age. I’d already mastered the gardening skill, and he’s close to mastering the painting skill.

He won prom king somehow, but he also got rejected for a dance, and got in a fight. My poor darling.

Winter was still here, but as long as I kept my head up, I’d be fine.

Damien was looking at me weird. He’s was planning something…

And this is it. Ring any bells? Well, it ws our wedding anniversary, and Damien brought me to the frozen lake where we had our first kiss.

He still couldn’t skate to save his life.

But I loved him.

We lit fireworks when we came home, and the kids stared out their windows, and oohed and ahhed. It was beautiful. Winter really isn’t so bad, after all.

Snowflake day came, and quiet it seems

All of the Farringtons wrapped up in their dreams

Hoping presents that glitter and gleam

But instead a photographer on our trampoline!

Haha! I couldn’t resist. I have to get ready for the party. And here’s my little final thought before I leave…

Love is awesome.

And I have the best family in the world.