Day 4: Potty training and British beaches

It’s August, it’s ‘summer’ holiday season, it’s raining… RAINING. On and off but today there was torrential, tarmac bouncing rain and wind for the best part of 3 hours in the middle of the day. This wouldn’t be so bad if hadn’t been raining for the past fortnight. I’d optimistically been saying “it’s just getting the rain out of its system before our holiday!” Sadly it’s STILL wet.

It seemed quite nice this morning, from inside the caravan. We headed out to explore the beach and the tiddler excitedly grabbed her bucket, spade… and coat. Her WINTER coat! The wind was so cold we played on the beach in typical British style with our coats and bravely bared feet to paddle. We forced an optimism through pure grit and determination that the pants weather wasn’t going to ruin our fun. After all, what better place to potty train a tiddler than on a beach where she’s already getting wet.


We headed to the pool in the afternoon which was another fantastic place to visit with a potty training tiddler! In fact the only time we needed to put a nappy on was for her nap but she did a wee before and after and the nappy stayed dry!

This morning was the first time she asked to do a wee wee when out and about. It ended up with me crouched with a potty in the gents toilets after she’d ran away during breakfast, opened a toilet door and shouted “mummy wee wee!”. Now as there’s usually not much warning I just ran after her with the potty. It wasn’t until she was sat on it that I looked around and realised I was surrounded by urinals! It’s a good job it was deserted!

The rest of the day brought a few accidents when we were out but inside the caravan she continued to take herself to the potty.

Tomorrow I vow not to moan about the weather.

We’re in Britain after all.

It happens every year.

The tiddler is still having a ball!


Ayrshire Coast

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