And so it begins!

Hello (currently nonexistant) readers! I'm awful at introductions, so I figure I'll give the basics super quick and just jump right in. Hi! My name is Chelsea. I'm married to this super cool guy named Matt, and we had our first baby, a boy named Mathias, in January.

Now, as for this blog, it'll mostly be baby- and family- related stuff.

Today, I present you with: How I Met My Husband!

The first semester of my freshman year of high school, I took a choir class. On the first day, this loud guy comes traipsing in, holding a Drop/Add slip and demanding the teacher sign it. "I don't sing!" He insisted. I'll admit, I thought he was a bit charming at the time, but as an overwhelmed 14-year-old, I forgot about him until the spring semester. When it rolled around, we ended up in an art class together. In the back of my mind, I registered that Matt was in the class, but I rarely paid attention to the fact; we sat on complete opposite sides of the classroom, and he never said one word during class.

At the end of the February, my sister (who was a junior at the time) told me that one of her friends had told her that Matt liked me (which all sounds very high school, if you ask me). I brushed it off, sure he had no idea who I even was and they must've mixed me up with another Chelsea. But sure enough, two days later, Matt was walking up to me during lunch and promptly asking me to a movie. "Hi Chelsea. I know you probably don't know who I am, so I'll give you the basics. I'm Matt. I wear Old Spice deodorant and Tommy Hilfiger cologne. I love Oreo ice cream with caramel. Do you want to go to the movies with me and some friends on Saturday?" I told him I'd have to ask my parents, which I thought was SO embarrassing. They said yes, so I said yes, and the rest is a bunch of history.

Matt's Version:
I saw her in Art Class and thought, "Wow, she's beautiful." Then I thought, "I need to ask her out." Then I asked her out. And now, five years later, here we are: married with a child.