We’re four and a half months into baby number three. All that time and I still haven’t settled on a blog name for the little one. At first, I was certain it was going to be “m&m” but that hasn’t rolled off the tongue with me. Right now, I’m leaning towards Special K because there’s a K in the baby’s name and I find myself saying it to her from time to time. Swee’Pea has been calling the baby “May-May,” which is a nod to her real name but hasn’t really sunken in yet either.

Whatever we call her, I can’t tell you how much I love this little girl. As her personality emerges, it’s clear that she’s one happy baby. Of course she cries when she’s hungry or wet or when her very loud six-year-old brother startles her, but overall, she’s full of smiles and laughs. She loves her brother and sister and squeals in delight whenever they come give her attention. Of course, she lights up the room whenever she sees me for the first time (a move that certainly moves me to include her in my will).

Overall, this baby is a total joy. And, the best part? It’s only one frickin’ baby! Oh. My. God. For those of you who have only had your babies one at a time, you don’t know how easy you have it. Of course. She’s a girl. Easy won’t last.

Yesterday, Swee’Pea and TheMonk came home more excited than I’ve every seen them come home from school. What where they so excited about? It turns out that they attended a school assembly that turned them into little salespeople for a fundraiser for their school. They were particularly focused on the prize list that that detailed what they could win if they sold 1, 5, 10, 15, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 75… It was here that they stopped. They learned that if they sold 75 items they could win a Runaway Alarm Clock. They needed this clock. They were determined to sell 75 items. They even conspired to sell as one student rather than split up the sales. It was decided.

But one problem. They don’t know 75 people and Grandmother was probably only good for 5 items, tops. I told them I knew where they could find a larger audience. They were intrigued. This led them to their very first contribution on this blog. I give you Swee’Pea and TheMonk:

If you would like to support their endeavors, you can visit the All American Fund Raising website. Leave a comment below and I will send the school name and TheMonk’s name to enter at the end of your order. Or, if you are FB friends with me, that information is currently on my FB page.

Items start as little as $8.00 and you can get everything from Christmas stuff to chocolates to magazines to gluten-free foods. I’d love for Swee’Pea and TheMonk to blow this out of the water. Will you help? Thank you!

Tonight, unexpectedly, TheMonk lost a tooth while being a little too aggressive while brushing his teeth. His jubilation was such that the blood spewing from his mouth did not seem to faze him one bit. Why was he psyched? The frickin’ Tooth Fairy, of course.

Now I’ve come a long way since the early days of Tooth Fairy visits. I learned to stock up on trinkets and little candies and, for some reason, I had a large collection of Sacagawea dollars that seem to be the perfect Tooth Fairy gift. I was ready for a barrage of lost teeth and Swee’Pea and TheMonk were only too happy to oblige. They have lost 12-14 teeth (including TheMonk’s phantom tooth) in the past year and I knew I was running low on supplies – especially those damn Sacagawea dollars.

So this tooth caught me off guard.

And what does a guy Tooth Fairy do when he’s unexpectedly called to duty and has no shiny coin (nor a crisp dollar bill) in sight? He does what you would do if you were in this situation. You’d sneak a Sacagawea dollar out of his sister’s piggy bank when she wasn’t looking.

Yes you would. Don’t deny it.