The holiday rocked - more for Moppet than for me, though. But we got back just in time, because I'm sure that if Moppet had stayed even a day longer, both she and I would have been disinherited from the family fortune.
Yes folks, I am sorry to report that she was quite badly behaved. The temper tantrums, the mood swings, the screaming fits - I have never seen her behave like that before. You remember the rhyme about 'the little girl who had a little curl, right in the middle of her forehead? When she was good, she was very very good, but when she was bad she was terrrible!' Well, that's what Moppet's like these days.
One minute she's wowing the family, putting on a performance of Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, or shaking her little butt to 'Jhoom Barabar Jhoom', and the next minute, some inexplicable slight causes a full blown meltdown, complete with copious waterworks, flailing limbs and high decibel sound effects.
Is there an 'Odious Ones' phase that nobody told me about? Whatever it is, I hope it passes soon, because when she's being Monster Moppet, she's not exactly the world's most lovable tot.
And yet at other times, she's positively delightful. She's made new friends, learnt rhymes and games of a complexity I hadn't realised she was capable of, and talks nineteen to the dozen, although most of it is still undecipherable.
I remember when Moppet was about 3 months old and I was struggling with the overall upside-downness of my life as a new mom, a friend of mine told me to hang in there. It gets easier as they grow older, she assured me.
She was right in a way - some things do get easier. But just when you think you've got it licked, new problems appear. I guess the only thing one can say for sure is that it gets more interesting.
And finally, since Moppet feels that I may have overstated her bad behaviour, she insists that I post pictures of her being a good girl to keep it fair. So here we are:
Having a quiet snack in Ammamma's kitchen