Potty training. Tick.

I wouldn't like to say too much on this subject in case I jinx her, but after a shaky start including 5 "accidents" in one afternoon and one day with 4 wardrobe changes at daycare, Alice seems to be just about "there" during waking hours.

There have been the requisite embarrassing moments (in the cafe at the Australian museum; on the tram at the Singapore night zoo - which was a particularly worrying one, since I was convinced that the bears would smell us and storm the tram.  Despite sitting on my lap and having drenched us both, Alice wouldn't let it lie and kept whining that "I forgot to tell Mummy.  I forgot to tell Stuart") but generally speaking, we're dry.  Or we're wet in appropriate places.  Alice likes a toilet trip a deux and nary has there been a prouder moment than when she announced to the Qantas club lounge that "Daddy! Daddy! Mummy did a wee-wee".

She's still wearing "sleeping pants" - although I did hear some clattering from the bathroom the other day as she got herself up from her nap, tried to climb on the toilet seat, failed, undressed, sat on potty and performed "the works" and wiped - but overall, I must say that it's been a pretty painless process, all be it one involving a lot of smarties.  The magical fold-up travel toilet seat with the inspired Dora stickers has been a godsend and has seen us across the world and back.  I don't know when we'll brave nap and nighttimes, but no rush, I guess?