Squeaker is working through the final frontier of potty training bedtime. She had no trouble with nap time, perhaps because she frequently caries on conversations with what sounds like either a lively group of friends or a small orchestra. So frequently she isn't sleeping, but even when she does, she doesn't have a problem.
At night, when she finally chases her friends out and crashes, success isn't quite so universal. Most of the time success comes with Brite carrying Squeaker into the bathroom and back to her bed. She's at least mastered that part of the transaction, but we're still working on getting her to handle the sleepwalking herself.
Squeaker generally picks up things fairly easily, so for her part, she wants to go back to pull ups.
That's about all the news I've got. I recognize that my eyebrow to eye ratio will probably fall below one at some point when she reads this post, but it is worth it for journalistic integrity.
