by matilda

I knew it. I gave in too easily. Mummy thought she had cracked it. She hasn't. I'm not that easy. In fact I am apparently quite difficult so I have to continue this trait. So today I did absolutely no pees on the loo but plenty on the floor. The downside is that I did not get any chocolate.

Last night I spent the first night in a big bed. I liked it a lot. The best bit was that I could wonder freely around the room touching all the things that belong to Evie while she was fast asleep. I was too excited to sleep. I stayed up till 8.30 doing puzzles and drawings at Evie's desk. I even tried to put a pair of knickers on her while she slept. Sometimes she can be quite undignified.

Mummy took us in to town today. She bought me my very own pack of knickers. Yes, she is persistent but I was happy not to have seconds for a change. Evie was bought a pack of vests which we fought over and tore. Mummy wasn't happy about that at all.

Today Evie had her friend Ruby to play. I never have a friend over so I pretended Ruby was my friend. It was going quite well until I hit her with my wooden ladybird thing. Mummy then decided that perhaps I should go to bed. I didn't resist. I didn't even drink my beaker of goats milk. I just slept and dreamt of marrying Knox Leon. Anything is possible these days - apparently.

by matilda

I finally gave in. I actually peed on the loo. For months Mummy has been chasing me around the house with this horrible duck shaped potty with a squeaky nose and bribing me with 'A' smartie (not even 2 smarties) if I manage to sit and pee. She's also tried the potty training 'technique' of squeezing me into a washable nappies that are too small and hurt me and she has also been lying by saying that there are no more nappies in the house. All this effort just to stop me peeing in my nappy which is something I have done since birth. I just don't get it. But I kind of did get it today. Mum suggested I went to the upstairs loo and bish-diddly-bosh, I peed. It was easy. I like it and I liked the chocolate reward and I actually rather liked not having to walk around with a baggy, damp nappy. I'm not sure if I'll do it tomorrow. I'll see how I feel in the morning.

camping

I'm going to change my diary tomorrow. It needs up dating like my wardrobe. For a start I am now 4 not 3. And my little sister 2 not 1. I am called Evie and my little sister is called Matilda. I am going to now let her do some diary keeping as I am clearly, very, very bad at it.
This picture of me was taken at Stiffkey campsite on Friday. I love camping so much that as predicted by Mummy, I cried big salty sad tears for ages and ages when we had to leave. Matilda did not cry. In fact, she got herself in her car seat at least 30 minutes before we were ready to leave and just sat there singing happily to herself. I made two best friends in Stiffkey, Alice who is 6 and lives in Norwich and Maddy who is 7 and lives in Wiltshire. Both Maddy and Alice have very nice older bothers. I liked playing with them too. I went swimming twice with daddy when we were camping. I love swimming with daddy and I wore my wetting suit which kept me very warm and wet. Matilda does not like swimming. Matilda does not even like getting her hair wet. Oh the trauma of hair wash days....