"I'm sorry, but it might take longer for the Toothfairy to fly to Hawaii."

Last night Hibiscus lost another tooth.  It's dangled in her eager, money hungry, mouth for a week before finally popping out.  She promptly placed it in her tooth box (amazing that she knew where to find the tooth box amid the chaos of our house) and put it expectantly under her pillow.

Then this morning came.  Along with it came movers and another round of overwhelming boxed bliss.  One last shipment from our old US Mainland life.  Darn it if I shouldn't have packed in more cereal!  What didn't come this morning was, yes, it's true, her Royal Toothiness.

Oops.  Please forgive me for collapsing in a heap of exhaustion last night.  What kind of mother forgots about this important responsibility?  A tired one, that's who.

But, there's hope!  Because I think I'll redeem myself in a few weeks!  The movers unloaded a certain something that I was sure to remember to ship over from "Santa."  It awaits the Christmas countdown in a special hiding place in the garage.  And, trust me kiddies, you'd better be really good between now and then because this one is awesome.  You are sure to LOVE it! 

So, where I fall short as the Toothfairy, I totally rock as Santa.  Just saying.

Always on the grow,