I Got It From My Mama

If you didn't know it already- please let me be the first to tell you-

I am a clumsy person.

Yes- I know it's not something most people are proud of (especially grown adults) but when I walk into walls, trip over my own feet, and don't even trust myself on the edge of a pond- I probably should just do as I am doing and admit I have serious balance issue. Matter of fact, as my sister-in-law so plainly stated last week-" Sara, you are the only adult I know that still always has skint up knees" (Ya'll just wait. Wait till I find out I have an inner ear miscombobulation or something like that- then we'll see who's laughing last!)

Anyways- the saddest part is not the fact that I cannot turn a corner in the hall at work without hitting the adjacent wall- but that it seems my clumsiness has trickled down into Kalaya and made itself quite at home.

We all remember this jewel right?

Forehead, meet Door Frame.

Door Frame, meet Forehead.

And who could forget this one?

We all know Diesel doesn't remember it. Matter of fact, I'm pretty sure his memory was knocked clean from the moment his head made contact with the foot board. Life started over for him at that point.

But why do I bring all this up today? Because, knowing my daughters past with walking and standing, jumping, turning, twirling, and anything where she is vertical- I knew that we were going to have issues yesterday when Daddy and I took her to feed the ducks.

Luckily, with Daddy and I both there, she didn't get many opportunities to fall into the water. However, she showed her mom-given talent quite well later when we got home and tried flying a kite.

Watch her bite the dust near the end then nonchalantly get up to see what Nessey's doing. Either she's used to it or she knows how to play it off really well.