That was a close one!

I don't know what came over the Mr., but he went from never wanting to participate to taking total control. Seriously, we've got to find a happy medium here! It was a rough 2 days not being able to comment on any blogs and especially not being able to comment on my own state of well being. I just wanted to make sure that everyone knew that I was never in any immediate danger and that I held my ground beautifully. Until I started to make dinner last night and the meat I was cooking seriously smelled like a poopy diaper left on the street in the middle of July in Arizona...it was BAD, people! If you can imagine how lovely my house smelled after that, you would have also called it quits and stopped at the nearest Little Caesar's for a hot n' ready. So, he didn't get any of his other demands, just the pizza...and if you know Jake, that's all he was really going for anyway! Hope the lesson is learned...this Mavity don't cater to terrorists!

THIS BLOG IS NOW UNDER MY CONTROL!!!!!

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN....MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE?!?!?!?!? So that you are aware.....this blog has been taken over by the most diabolical, evil and nefarious individual known to man....or....not really....It's me....Jake....Mavity...you know... the dude with the blood running down his face.....(still lost....scroll down and read the previous blog).... This blog is being "blog-napped".... I have changed the password, and will NOT release the updated information until my demands are met! My Demands are as follows: 1) I want Pizza for dinner 2) I want a foot massage 3) Whirled Peas (It's a joke people! WORLD PEACE!) 4) UNBREAKABLE TRASH BAGS! (Might need to get with the GLAD trash bag company to get that developed) 5 A Helicopter with a pilot and a full tank of gas!!! (Every terrorist asks for things like this) 6) BOW STAFF LESSONS! (I need skills....) IF MY DEMANDS ARE NOT MET BY...5PM THIS EVENING, I WILL BE FORCED TO MOVE ON TO PHASE 2....WHICH BASICALLY CONSISTS OF ME SLEEPING ON THE COUCH WONDERING "WHY IN THE WORLD AM I BEING PUNISHED.....WHIRLED PEAS WOULD MAKE ALL OF OUR LIVES SO MUCH EASIER!!! UNTIL THIS MATTER IS RESOLVED, I BID YOU ADIEU!

What the...

So last night after the kids were in bed and my husband was sleeping peacefully after a VERY long day for himself, I left with 3 of my sisters to go visit my other sister who is in the hospital for a few days right now. We stopped at Jamba Juice to get her a smoothie and my phone rings. It's a sleepy Jake asking if I had gotten his text. I hadn't, so he told me to look at it and call him back...Ummm, okay. This is what his text consisted of:

Call me!

Are you serious?

In the seconds that it took me to dial him right back, my mind was reeling over

the possibilities of what could have happened. An intruder? A fight?

Someone stealing our property?

The light fixture falling out of the ceiling and hitting him in the face?

My brother in law even suggested a popped zit gone horribly wrong...

When I got a hold of him the truth was revealed. Jake was sleeping when suddenly he heard a loud BANG! He woke up with an unusually forceful jolt which stood him up to his feet, in bed,

and before he could even comprehend what was happening, the ceiling fan had already unleashed two blows and he was down for the count! Sounds a little too much like Don Quixote, if you ask me. I tried to sound extremely sympathetic, but really? A ceiling fan?

Really, babe? Who stands up in bed?

Maybe I should be the go-to girl when we're planning our self-defense against an intruder.

I can see it now: The masked man enters the bedroom,

ready for a fight, and is up for the challenge, when suddenly he realizes

no fight will be necessary.

Somebody, or something, has been here before and done the dirty work.

The man lay helplessly in bed with blood dripping from his face...

Raegan's Random Ramblings...

I've contemplated for a while now about adding a new feature with the above title. I'm thinking about posting an RRR once a week because this child seriously comes up with some of the strangest things to say...I absolutely love it! This is what out dialogue was today:

Rae (while eating a pickle): "Mom, do pickles give us freckles?" Me: "Ummm, I'm not really sure. Why?" Rae: "They sound a lot alike. I sure hope they give me freckles. I like them, but not pickles. I'll eat a lot though if they give me freckles." Me: "Don't worry, I'm sure you'll get plenty of freckles soon enough." Rae: "I hope so." In other news, I had my ultrasound yesterday and the baby is still there and growing healthy. We, of course, didn't find out what we're having, but just to tempt fate, I have the results in an envelope taped to my fridge. It doesn't even bother me, but it has already driven some people crazy just knowing that it's there. Any guesses on how long it takes before somebody breaks?

Another year has started...

It's official, Blake is truly a first grader.

This morning was much more composed than last year.

He went to full day kindergarten, so first grade was cake. Jake had a late day today so he got to come do the whole routine with us.

We found Blake's room and left his backpack by the door.

Then we got to go to the BiG KiD PlAyGrOuNd!

No more kindergarten playground for this kid!

He quickly found some familiar faces from last year and they picked up where they had left off.

Gerardo was even there...we weren't sure if he would be.

They're not in the same class, but definitely will be buds at recess.

What a great kid...

I can't believe our days are once again prince-less.

Love you, buddy!