All you people with ironing to do. Just buy lycra. I haven't ironed for years, I find a small amount of fabric softener and I nifty flick of the wrist when hanging out works wonders. Apart from shirts, but then DP does his own and I haven't owned a lycra-less shirt since 1993.
Keep up the potty training Pippi, DD was a nightmare the firs week and I found it so hard trying to remain calm (I'm not a patient person), but she cracked it on the first day of the second week and we haven't looked back since. No problem at all with the poos, she loves doing them and takes the potty to her Dad to show him, then they discuss it at length:
DD: Daddy, daddy! 'atto cacca!!!
DP: Hai fatto la cacca? Oh che cacca grossa!
DD: Sì, gwossa!
DP: Quanto puzza!
DD: Si, puzza (screwed up nose and waving away gestures). Puzza e gwossa. E' mia la cacca.
and so on and so on. In the meantime the smell invades my sitting room and someone rings the doorbell.