There is a rumour circulating that my precious angel child is suffering from a touch of the terrible-twos, a rumour I belive is being prolifigated by her very own father!
Well I'm here to say it's not true, not true at all and heaven help him when she really enters that phase in her life.
Isobel has been busy growing the most enormous pair of molars. A pair of molars that have terrorised her gums, more than she has our days.
Don't get me wrong, there have been tantrums, indeed some days have been heavily seasoned with them, but they have always been the seasoning not the main dish.
The molars are through, and life is easier again; there are other teeth on the way, but as this is our first experience of teething we really shouldn't complain.
Oh, and by the way, a bear with a sore head has nothing on a child with sore gums.
The real gossip is that Isobel has, this evening, spent 20 minutes calling Iggle-Piggle daddy. Questions will be asked.