One More Thing

Well, I have decided it is time to enter the blogging world...I have been holding out for several reasons...
#1 I was waiting for the perfect "blog worthy" event to start the process
#2 I was waiting to come up with the perfect title
#3 I was trying to decide if my life was truly interesting enough to take up the space in the World Wide Web
#4 I was trying to decide if I could handle thinking everyday that there may actually be no one in the World Wide Web that would read it

I finally gave in because...
#1 I have thought of several "blog worthy" stories and realized that I found myself thinking "see, that would be funny in the blog"
#2 I gave up on finding the perfect name and decided that since Ryan said I couldn't start a blog because it would be "one more thing" to keep me up late at night and stress me out when I am doing this instead of getting "other things" done...then that might be a good reason AND a good name.
#3 I convinced myself that my life is definitely crazy enough for the World Wide Web...I am forgetting things that I would like to remember...and since Mason and Kendall only have 2 scrapbooks each of their 1st year, at least one for each year since, a month to month album of their first year, a first year calendar, a pregnancy journal, and an individual journal, they needed "one more thing" to document how much I love them and don't know what I would do with out them. Besides I wouldn't want them to someday have to say, "yeah, we don't have a blog, because our mom couldn't figure it out" It is all about peer pressure
#4 I decided that if my mother-in-law and her friends at Midvale Telephone Exchange were reading http://www.chopstixchronicles.blogspot.com/ almost everyday, well then surely, I can count on them to be frequent readers!

So here goes...

Please, Mom, NO BANDAIDS
The most recent blogworthy event that has inspired me to start this extra-curricular activity was a week and a half ago...I had just left my house to go to a friend's house to drop off some flyers to be handed out at church (we weren't going)...I had barely turned off my street when Ryan called. I was on the other line, and hesitated to answer, but being a man of few words I thought he must have something important to say. So, I clicked over and he said, "uh, yeah, you better hurry (as if implying I should continue to run my errand, but shouldn't lollygag), Mason just split his head open." I, of course, turned to the car around to arrive home to find Mason bleeding in Ryan's lap. The answer I received was "I hit a pwate." (All l's said by Mason are pronounced "w"...this sometimes adds to the story) In the rush to get to the Urgent Care Center, I didn't ask for further elaboration. While explaining to Mason that we had to go to the dr because his head was bleeding and the dr should take a look at it, Mason says through his tears, "Pwease mom, don't wet them put a bandaid on it." I felt pretty good about being able to assure him the bandaid was probably not the medical tool they would be using to stop the bleeding. (I think he thinks if it needs a bandaid, it must really be bad...he never lets us put one on him.) We left the office with two staples and NO BANDAID!!! Mason was very brave...he only said, "ouch" once! For a boy who is terrified of bandaids, that is pretty impressive. So, while waiting for the dr I discovered that "I hit a pwate" meant "Daddy and I were wrestling and he tripped me and I hit the (electrical type) pwate on the wall" When I got home I discovered the plate broken in about 6 pieces...I didn't ask anymore questions...I don't think I want to know...boys will be boys! I am surprised and grateful it took this long to need dr assisstance for an injury...I guess we should have gone to church!

The "pwate"

The blood adds to the shark shirt, don't ya think?