So far Sylvia has adjusted to our new addition much better than we ever imagined. She hasn't licked a giant bald patch on her stomach like she did when we first moved into the house. This isn't saying there haven't been a few hiccups along the way: she hissed at the baby when we first brought him home; she's managed to barf a few extra times around the house (of course she always makes it from the tile to the carpet just in the nick of time - how do they KNOW that is just extra evil?!?); and her ultimate passive-aggressive move...the mystery turd that somehow walks from the litter box into the middle of our bedroom. Gross, I know. 
After a bout of minor depression, she has come to terms with the fact that TE is staying for good...just like TR.
Now she is establishing boundaries. She's learning to cope with less attention but she is NOT giving up her place in the bed OR on my lap.









