Neglected Blog Moved!

So yeah, this used to be called "PalmettoTots."  Okay, so it isn't that I started a blog and forgot about it, I promise.  I just realized that in order to actually keep up with every single children's sale around here, one needs not be a master procrastinator.  So, while I will post the occasional sale announcement, just expect some musings and recipes at irregular intervals from now on!

In light of that, I have a confession.  I'm actually looking forward to my dear Hubby leaving town tomorrow (sorry honey)!  The three of us (hubby, tot, and I) were supposed to have all left for sunny California at 6:45 tomorrow morning.  Well, the Little Man has been struggling with a head cold and an ear infection for so long that I told the receptionist at the pediatrician's office today that we were thinking about setting up a cot and keeping a copy of "Baby Signing Time" in the waiting room.   I swear, when he finally gets over this thing he's going to go into withdrawl from not making an appearance there once per week!  Anywho, in light of his cough and overall lugie throwing, we decided that Little Man and I will fly out to meet Hubby on Thursday, therefore leaving him to do those things that pay the bills in peace.  While I realize that this current feeling may disappear by 6:49 tomorrow night, I'm really looking forward to having the house and baby all to myself for a couple of days.  Something must be wrong with me.  Really.  Usually when Hubby walks in the door I all but shout "Thank God!" and usher him toward the bathroom with Little Man in his arms as I begin to clean up the high chair tray and start dreaming of the glass of wine I am going to have with my dinner.  I never believed in "the witching hour" until Little Man hit about 14 months (i.e.- when he started walking).  Now, 5:00 hits and his sudden burst of energy and my lack of energy make a rather loud collision that usually results in me fussing at the poor dogs a little more than I should.  What on earth am I going to do when I'm pregnant with #2?

Could it be, though, that I'm relishing the thought of a couple of days filled with playdates, Valetine's cupcakes, and not cooking a full dinner?  Little Man will fully appreciate a couple of gourmet meals of chicken nuggets or fish sticks with peas or edemame, some yummy fruit, and a nice tall sippy cup of whole milk.  And I will fully appreciate a couple of nights of watching girly literature-based period movies and stinky cheese and a glass or two of wine.

I've lost it, haven't I?