Live, From La Brea

Am did something very exciting the other day. It was tremendous.
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(I'm going to use a lot of euphenisms now, partially for those delicate in nature, and partially to avoid getting a lot of weird google hits.)
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She made her first big deposit in the potty bank. I don't understand why she's decided - now that there's a new baby here - that she's really interested in potty training. It doesn't really matter, I suppose. It's not the first thing I don't understand, and I know it's not going to be the last. At any rate, she laid quite a log. Her dad wasn't home, and he's been a big cheerleader, so I took a page from Kate's* book & took a picture. He got home, and I told him to look in the camera to see what Am did that was so impressive & exciting that it rated a rare, 2nd Elmo. He was totally wowed.
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I'd share the image with you, but I have some tact & discretion. Or boundaries, or something. Instead, to commemorate, here is a brief video of the big pond in front of the La Brea Tar Pits. The noise, the smell; they're very evocative of the event.
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(I may not be getting enough sleep.)

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*Jon & Kate + 8. She photographed each kid's first dump.