My last week holidaying in a foreign country with a toilet training, dairy-free, wheat-free, soya-free and carrot-free toddler – a summary:
- Wet undies, trackies, socks and shoes…whilst eating tapas.
- Hot chips for dinner…almost every day. Taking the icecream (that had so generously been given to him by a waiter) from his firm grip and then eating it ourselves, later on.
- Dashing after him as he scoots with great speed and lack of awareness downhill through pedestrians and onto roads.
- Innumerous public toilet stops laden with potty, toilet seat and dried apricots. And despite the many wipes used, I still never felt entirely clean.
- Whinging, whinging, whinging (all three of us)
- Immense fun jumping off a small wall onto the grass…over and over. His best day, amid days of castles and tailess monkeys and caves.
Travelling with a kid.
