The tooth-fairy nearly forgot to come the other night. It was Ada's fourth tooth to fall out so she knows the drill by now. I stumbled in to bed just before midnight, after a busy day of cooking/writing/editing photos. I was rudely awoken about an hour later by a little tap-tap on the shoulder from a small child. "Mum, the tooth-fairy hasn't come yet!?".
As I sent her back to bed assuring her the tooth-fairy must just be running late tonight, I made a mental note to dust of my wings and deliver the goods should I wake anytime between now and day-break. Lucky for me somewhere in that tired and very overloaded brain of mine someone was listening and about an hour later I sat bolt upright in the bed, snuck into Si's wallet, retrieved a little gold coin and swapped it for the tooth.
The things us parents do I tell ya.
I have a couple of AMAZING food blogger friends who have said yes to helping me out while I'm away with a couple of new recipes on here, which I'm super excited about. But between now and then, please don't be alarmed if you don't hear much from me. I'll be sweating it out in the kitchen somewhere covered in cocoa and flour. Exactly where I love to be. xx