klutz: 2, toes: 0

I take after my mom in many ways and for that I am very happy. However, in addition to inheriting many of her positive traits, I also inherited her clumsiness. For 31 years, I had been fortunate enough to not break any bones as a result of my lack of coordination. Then Madeline was born.

Last year, I got caught up in a baby gate while trying to step over/hurdle it and broke my pinky toe.

This past Sunday morning, in the process of catapulting out of bed from deep sleep to complete awake (a screaming child will elicit such reactions from us mothering types), I managed to run right into the edge of our door.The incident resulted in a cut on my face (boy, those sure do bleed a lot!), a black eye, broken glasses, and a broken toe.

The urgent care Doc kindly advised that I install a night light in our room so that I could spot such obstacles and {hopefully} avoid them. I decided not to detail him with my gloried history of running into things.

Here's hoping that I will not be recounting a broken bone for each year of Madeline's age.