The Oates’ - Jay and Carly, and their three children: Cian, Josie and Chris.
Chris decided to make use of his new found freedom as a teen, to go down to the gym when he had a “get fit” want, instead of working out to the TV or the stereo. On his way out, he spotted his BFF Ryanne Ruben, who lives nextdoor, playing on the slide, and asked if she wanted to come. Are you kidding? Of course she wanted to - in fact it would’ve probably been detrimental to their friendship if he hadn’t asked her, because Ry is very touchy about him not being her friend anymore… goodness knows what’ll happen when he gets a girlfriend… (I think it would be incredibly cliched for Ry and Chris to get together, and besides, he really is too old for her…)
So the two of them went down to Taegan’s gym (“It’s really run by a real life alien?” Ryanne asked), and Chris got stuck in to the treadmill whilst Ryanne took ages deciding if she wanted a ticket, and then had a go on the ballet bar. Chris took her home in time for bedtime, and so everything’s good in Chris and Ry world.
Meanwhile, everyone got up in the morning and Josie made breakfast ready for school, and then we got another snow day notice - the second in as many days. And I’m fairly sure no one else in the neighbourhood’s had snow days recently… not even Ryanne, who lives on the same lot!
So Cian decided to organise an outing to Anniversary Park, where pillow fights were had (and I got a kick out of seeing sisters-in-law Josette Turner and Melissa Tomlin chilling on the swings and chatting, presumably about babies - Josette’s youngest has just turned toddler, and Melissa had her first baby, Kobe). Cian approached his girlfriend’s little brother, Sebastian Creech, and tried to get him into a causal group, but Sebastian didn’t want to. (Which is a shame, because he and Chris are practically the same age, and Chris could really use some more friends).
After a while, the kids (who all have maxed creativity) inevitably gravitated towards the stage and the instruments. Cian on guitar, Josie on drums, and Chris on bass. They made 300 simleons in tips before they were hungry, and wanted some lunch, so hotdogs and hamburgers from the grill it is. Chris had one of each, because he’s just discovering the teenage-boy-bottomless stomach.
When they were all tired enough to go to sleep once they got home, I sent them home to bed, and then it was their parents’ turn to go out…