Saturday

I don't remember much about Friday night/Saturday morning. I know that at one point, both children were in my room at 2:30 in the morning. Jaggar had gone into Sage's room and woke her up. I sent her back to bed, and I don't really remember what I did with him. I think he was wet and that's when I put a diaper on him, but he took it off. I think Travis took care of it from there. I slept until 8 that morning, and we were relaxing until we decided that getting out of the house would probably be ideal. We had to get milk, so we stopped at the museum. Travis gets kind of tired of it, but to me, it's a whole lot better than our ghetto mall. So that's what we did.

SO excited about the museum ;)

You know, there's not enough of ME in this blog. I'm going to change that. Just kidding. I couldn't get the kids to cooperate. They were not interested in being still for the same pictures that I take every time that we go there.

Notice Jaggar is a blur. That was pretty much the theme.

I think whatever Travis is doing with his shoulder is hilarious in this picture.

Jaggar loves to push that button above him and make the light come on in this display.

Sage waving. Notice her hair is in "piggy tails," as she calls them, courtesy of Travis. She was so proud of them. I can't do them like that because I can never get them straight.

THEN...we had a mishap. There's a part where there's a ramp going up that the kids love to slide down the edges. It is somewhat of a slide, at least they've turned it into that. There is also a black widow at the top of that in a case. The "cage," if you will, that contained the black widow had been removed. I sat at the top of the ledge while the kids were sliding and reached in my purse for my phone. I don't remember if I was putting my phone away or getting it out, but as soon as I did, it felt like...well, I didn't know exactly, but it was instant pain. I thought my skin at the base of my little finger had either got caught in the zipper of my purse or that the zipper had pulled hair out of my skin...even though there's like NO hair there. I kept looking because it hurt, and I couldn't figure out what I'd done...until I examined my purse to see a FREAKING WASP crawling inside my purse. Cue my academy award winning performance for best dramatic scene as I instantly threw my purse one way and my phone the other. And it was RIGHT after Travis said, "Where is the black widow?" And I start screaming. He was thinking I got bit by the spider. I was screaming, "AHHHH! There's a wasp in my purse!!! It stung me! EEEEEEK!" Okay, let me just say here that I've never been stung by anything in my life. 29 years of no stings. My dad is severely allergic to wasp stings, so I started freaking out. When I threw my purse, the wasp fell out so Travis stomped it. The pain really set in in my hand, and it hurt like a motha. I started taking deep breaths and panicking. My kids are looking at me like what in the world is wrong with you. Travis was like, 'Do NOT pass out." lol. It was awesome. I wouldn't carry my purse for the next 30 minutes, and I made Travis search through every bit of it...as if there was a nest in there. I have NO clue how that thing got in there, but it was traumatic. My purse should be a safe place. I'm so glad Travis was with us because I would've had to call for assistance. And let me also say that NO ONE who heard my screams offered their help. Just sayin'.

There it is. I hope Travis didn't kill it all the way so it laid there and had to die a slow, painful, agonizing death. Don't screw with me.

MEANWHILE, back to better times...I took my throbbing hand and moved on. I was really surprised at the waves of pain that tiny sting caused me the rest of the day. Anyway, the museum put a new food grouping table in the kids' favorite part, so they really liked that.

The lighting in the museum is terrible, and Travis' hand is in my way here, but here is Jaggar in the cave. We still have to practically bribe Sage to go through it. It's dark in there and she does not like that.

But we convinced her.

Travis was impressed with my picture taking skills. This is Jaggar's favorite part.

I don't really ever have to do any persuading to get Sage to take a picture.

It's the best I could do.

Sage is adorable. Jaggar still refuses to look. And it appears the wasp stung me in the face here.

So after the museum, we went to get milk and saw the cows. We actually got to see them milking them that day, so that was cool. Then we went to Mata's, which is some of the best pizza you will ever have in your life. It's as cheap looking as all get out on the inside, but it's no matter because they can cook the best greasy pizza ever. And the Greek salad is wonderful, too.

Of course, on the way home, Jaggar was out cold. The child is exhausted. So I put him in his bed. He cried for a minute, but he couldn't fight it. Travis and I had been contemplating about him spending the night at Travis' mom's house with Sage. We decided we'd go for it under the condition that she call us if he freaked out. I had to wake him at 6pm, so they didn't get there until almost bedtime (for Jaggar), but no one cared. They were all so excited. Tim and Eletha have a little dog inside, and that was the deal sealer for Jaggar. I prayed it'd live through the night. I kissed them both goodbye and told Jaggar that we weren't going to stay the night. He seemed good with it, and when Eletha pulled out frozen grapes and popsicles, we knew we were useless to either child. This was Jaggar's first night away from me, so it was a strange feeling. BUT Travis and I were able to go to a movie (the first one since our anniversary almost a year ago), and it was wonderful. Go see Tyler Perry's "Good Deeds." It was awesome.

And THEN, as if the movie wasn't enough, we went to Walmart at 10 pm. Woohoo!

Movie, late night walmart trip and sleeping, without interruption until 8 the next morning was a gift. We did NOTHING on Sunday. I was told the first thing Jaggar said when he woke up was, "Where's Julie?" Ha...we got them later that evening and were glad to have them home, but I may take the grandparents up on that more often than a year from now.