Robinson Legacy Blog

“MOMMA! No tickles, is my birfday!”

I laughed. “Well, you know what they say, growing boys need their tickles!”

Ryan giggled, then grew solemn. “Momma, where Dadda?”

(I’m sorry about these pictures, they were supposed to be in B&W, but I didn’t know how. These are Roxy’s memories.)

“Dadda’s on a trip,” I said softly. “You’ll see him someday.”

Ryan looked up at me with tears in his eyes, so I went and tickled him again.

“MOMMA! NO TICKLE! Me big boy, me blow out candles, me get CAKE!”

“Alrighty then, big boy, let’s go blow out those candles!”

And then, my little boy was enveloped in sparkles, and he grew up to be the most handsome little man I had ever seen.

And, predictably, the first thing he did as a 5 year old was to go grab a big slice of cake.

“OH MY PLUMBOBS MOMMY! THIS CAKE IS SOOOOO GOOD!”

I smiled affectionately. Ryan had turned out to be just as excitable as me.

“Thanks, honey!” I said. After Chris’s….departure, I had started learning how to cook, and wasn’t half bad at it now.

I looked down at my cake for 2 seconds, and next when I looked up, the slice was gone.

“Mommy, look! I’m clearing my plate, and no one ever even told me to! Doesn’t that deserve, ya know….a present or two?”

I rolled my eyes. “Well, normally it wouldn’t, but since it is your birthday, I think we can make an exception.”

“AWESOME!” he yelled as he loaded his plate in the dishwasher.”WHAT IS IT WHAT IS IT WHAT IS IT???!!!???”

“Well, you’re going to have to come over here and see!”

Ryan slammed the dishwasher shut, probably breaking at least 5 dishes, and ran over.

I handed the present to Ryan. He grabbed eagerly, then shook it awhile to find out what was inside.

“Just open already Ry-Ry!”

Ryan tore off the wrapping paper and found his new baseball, signed by Marty Keaton, the star player on Ryan and Chris’s favorite team, the Llamas.”

He looked at it, gasped, rubbed it against his cheek, then threw his arms around my neck.

“Thank you so so so so so so much mommy! Will you throw it around with me after dinner?”

“Sure hon bun, but I’m not that good at baseball. I’m more of a basketball kind of gal.”

“You played…BASKETBALL?” Ryan gazed at me in awe.

“Sure did! Now, why don’t you check out your second surprise, it’s up in your room.”

“OH BOY!” he yelled, and set off at a run.

(sorry for wall down in this shot.)

“AWESOME!” Ryan yelled.”This is the best room ever! YOU GOT ME A RACE CAR BED!”

He ran to the costume chest.

“Prince…no…astronaut…no…princess….ewww and no…aha!”

“RAWR!” Ryan yelled. “RAWR!”

He came up to me. “Mom, why aren’t you scared? I’m a dinosaur, for Pete’s sake!”

I stifled a giggle, then did my best scared face.

“OH NO!” I shrieked. “It’s a dinosaur! Please don’t eat me Mr.Dinosaur!”

Ryan giggled, then said “I’m gonna eat you!”

“Wait…now I remember! The secret to defeating a dinosaur is….

“PILLOW FIGHT!”

I whacked Ryan.

“Hey, stop it Mom! This is unfair!”

“Too bad!” I said, and tossed him a pillow.

He raised the pillow, and I ran down the steps.

The pillow fight continued for at least half an hour, and we went till we were out of breath.

“Hoof!” I gasped. “Say Ry, do you wanna go to the park?”

“Yea!” he said.

We hopped in the ugly mustard color car given to us as a “condolence present” when I realized one key thing.

“Ryan, you’re still wearing your costume!”

“Oh!” Ryan hopped out of the car and ran to get changed. That boy…I’m surprised he isn’t an absent minded sim!

Once Ryan got changed and hopped back in the car, we took off.

As soon as we pulled into the parking lot, Ryan ran out in excitement.

“Plumbob be praised!” he yelled. “It’s a park!”

He ran to the jungle gym, and I went to the chess tables.

I sat there, so absorbed in the little chess pieces that I barely noticed a man’s voice ringing out.

“Mind if I join you?” he said politely.

I nodded my head, and he sat down.

We played chess in silence until he, in an attempt to break the ice, said casually; “Did you hear about Christopher Steel? He just died about a month ago. Isn’t that a shame?”

That was too much for me, and I stood up and burst into tears.

He looked shocked. “Oh, oh dear…are you Roxy?”

I nodded through my tears. He came over and put his arm around my shoulder.

“It’s O.K Roxy, it’ll be okay, shhh, shhh.”

I sobbed for awhile, and then I felt the arms leaving my shoulders.

“no!” I thought. “i need comfort, keep holding me!”

“Here,” he said. “I picked these for my aunt to cheer her up, but I think you need them more.”

He reached into the bag he had left on the chair, and pulled out a bunch of flowers.

“Here,” he said. “These are pretty flowers, for a pretty girl.”

I blushed, and smelled the flowers. Through my sniffles I managed to say, “These smell beautiful. Thanks…?”

“John.” he said.

“Thanks, John.” I said, and drew him into a hug.

Ryan’s POV

What was that meanie man doing? And before you ask me how I know how he was a meanie man, I know cuz he made Mommy cry! Then he tried to make it better by giving he stinky flowers and givin’ her a hug, and I bet he thought I wouldn’t even notice! Well, I did, and now I’m gonna get him. I know exactly what to do!

I snuck up behind him and…..

“BOO!” I yelled as loud as I could.

He jumped, and put his hand to his heart, but I don’t think he was all that scared. But, what he lacked in scaredyness, my mommy made up in anger.

She looked at me angrily.

“Ryan Christopher Robinson, I think you should go home now.”

I gulped. “Yes, mommy.”

My mommy was nice, but when she got mad, she was super scary!

Roxy’s POV

I couldn’t believe Ryan did that, and to a complete stranger too! I quickly turned and apologized to John, who was sitting down at the chess table again.

“Listen John, I’m really really sorry about Ryan. I don’t know what came over him!”

John broke into a smile. “I do, but it’s totally okay. Ryan is adorable. I wish I had a son like-” He cut of mid-sentence, looking awkward. Suddenly, I felt a rush go through me, and I stood up.

Once he saw me standing, he stood too. “Roxy, what’s-”