I had grand plans for my post today.  You see, we threw a party over the weekend.  We wanted to have a last hurrah and see our friends one last time before the movers come and our lives get turned upside down again.  I spent the week feverishly planning the menu, buying food at my various markets around town, and writing blog posts in my head about what I would say about planning for our big day.

All the while, I’ve been trying to study for the South Carolina bar exam, which I’ll be taking next month (my third bar exam in five years).  The Gravy Baby has decided that this, too, would be the week that he would start exploring the world around him, which involved tearing curtains off the curtain rod, pulling a trash can liner (with raw chicken) out of the bin, and scurrying towards the front door as soon as it’s opened.  I had this brilliant idea in my head of how dainty and whimsical my party would be (fajitas by the pool!  adorable sombreros!  fun tablecloths!  a pinata!).  Instead, I ended up cleaning up tres leches cake batter off my darling child’s head when he bumped my leg and caught me off guard as I was elbow deep in my mixing bowl.  Luckily, he has like, seven strands of hair, so a Bounty paper towel did the trick.