
I can envision her thought-balloon in this pic saying something like "Daaaaad, stop taking pictures of me right now! It's embarrassing. You're totally going to show this to my boyfriend in 15 years, aren't you?"
Yup, I am.
Well she did it! And we have no pics of the immediate aftermath...we were too busy hootin' and hollerin' and pretty much just going nuts. Syl even got a ride on my shoulders...as if she just pitched a perfect game at Yankee Stadium. And her reward? You guessed it...leftover birthday cake from Grandma Kathy's celebration the evening before. Birthday cake always tastes better on the second day.

This pic cracks us up. To call her facial expression "smug" is a gross understatement.
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I sure hope you were not serious about Sylvie's time on the potty chair........ no one should have to sit there that long in one sitting! Her prize was well-deserved!
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