Gossip

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.

Update

Doh! Who would have thought it - teeth pain = tantrums. *

Ok so tiredness also equals tantrums.

But today I have kept Isobel on a very low level dose of Calpol or Neurofen and a very busy morning has passed without incident.

We have been to the park; Iceland (yep, the shop in which I always feel I should proclaim loudly "we'll pop to Waitrose now darling"; visited the doctor - for me not her; had blood tests - me again; and been to a very busy cafe for lunch, her not me this time.

I'm not sure if she is ready for a nap , but I certainly am.


*It's not that I'm being particularly dense; Isobel's first 8 teeth arrived with not a murmur and even now I can't complain, it's not that we are up in the night or anything, it's just these pesky molars are HUGE!

Oh my

Before I get on with the post I want to write, I have to tell you that my precious, sweet tempered angel of a little girl has just had the longest tantrum in the history of tantrums.

She cried all the way home from nursery; she cried when I took her out of her pushchair; she threw her self on floor and cried some more...

She finally stopped crying, well briefly, when I gave her a beaker of water.

What followed was a stressful half an hour, until either the calpol kicked in or I got clever.

Then we had a lovely bath time and she asked to get into bed at 6:30. There she sang and drank her milk, asked sweetly for more milk and is now fast asleep.

I look at her sleeping now, the tantrum is forgotten and I want to wake her up so she wave me goodbye and blow me goodnight kisses again.

*The calpol wasn't just me drugging my girly, although at one point I might have done so gladly; I can see her little molars trying to poke through, it has to hurt and may well explain the temper, well I definately HOPE so.

Isle of Wight Souvenirs

Last time I stayed on the Island for more than a week I took home a very special souvenir, my Isobel.

This time in true family tradition Isobel is taking home a special souvenir of her own: her very first tooth.

We have had only a minimal amount of grumpiness, not even on the same scale as her father's when the rugby doesn't go his way. I've administered no magic pink Calpol, but we have used two sachets of Teetha. No sleepless nights but, hey presto it's here. Maybe the Tlismi Moti works, I'm certainly not taking it off yet.

Grandma has done the spoon test: tap it with a teaspoon to see if it sings - it does.

Her second tooth is close behind and may even be through before we go home, I only hope it is as kind.

So now are off to buy Isobel her very first toothbrush.

(I will take a picture, but unfortunately that is another thing it seems difficult to do on my own!)

I Heart Teetha

Oh my god, teething granules ROCK. 20 minutes after sprinkling this magic powder into the little ones mouth and hey presto....

she smiles again!

Misery

Judging by the constant drone of misery eminating from my daughter, I think she is in discomfort.

The way she is struggling to sleep I think she is in pain.

We are drowning in dribble, so it looks like it's teething time.

The hippy-mum in me has tied a tlismi_moti bead around her neck; is opening the Teetha granules; and is cooling the rattles.

But if all else fails I'll be reaching for the magic of Calpol.