Like Mother, Like Daughter...

Anna and I have many things in common, long legs, independent, even hard headed perhaps.  But there is one thing that really has surfaced recently as a commonality.  One word: Klutz. 

I think we are currently in competition for the most bruises on our legs or arms at one time.  Both of us are constantly running into things, not watching where we are going, or tripping over something. Balance and grace is not something us tall, lanky girls are born with...or ever really develop for that matter.  We are accident prone. 

One prime example, last night at supper we had chocolate milk.  Like many nights at supper, Anna was reaching for something and knocked over her milk.  Her instant response, "It's ok honey." (She hears that a lot about accidental messes.)  While mopping up her mess with a towel, I went to move the gallon of milk and in the process knocked over my own glass.  On the way to the sink to get more towels I ran my thigh right into the island in the kitchen, adding yet another bruise to my leg.  Brian just sat and laughed at the two of us-he was the only one to make it through the entire meal without spilling his milk (Anna's got knocked over at least one more time after the first fiasco).

Anna is always running into walls with her shoulder because she never looks where she's going or knocks her head on the island in the kitchen for the same reason.  Last weekend at church she was nervously walking to the garbage can that was near some people and was looking over her shoulder at them and then ran herself right into the donut table--which we know she knew it was there, she spends a lot of time there!  I often have bruises on my shins from running into the coffee table (which rarely moves) or from falling up the stairs. 

We tall girls are very clumsy.  Hopefully Anna will be able to grow out of it sooner than I did (never) and get control of her long limbs. 

Just now as I was writing this, Anna fell off the ball she was sitting on and ran into a basket....