yup she is my daughter

I have decided that A is 100% my daughter, not that I had any doubts, but you'll see why in a second...

While trying to get A to go down for nap yesterday I decided to chase her down the hall to her room, in hopes that she might go faster....

BAD IDEA!!!

See that bruise over her eye...

Yup, that is a black eye, thankfully not the whole eye, but enough to look horrible (at least to me since I was the cause of it).

We play the chasing game all the time, but somehow this time she managed to hit what I am guessing is the door knob to her bedroom door, and wham-o she was on the floor crying like a mad woman.

Now this wouldn't be so bad except that we have a funeral to go to this week (see previous post) and a whole bunch of family coming into town. Now they are gonna think I beat her or something...

Or at least that is my fear.

Then to top it all off, while playing during nap time today she fell and has a nice bruise on her rump....

And while playing with G after nap time, she pierced her lip with a tooth, so now she has a swollen lip...

Why does this make her my daughter you ask? Well you see there is a gene that runs in my family, I got it from my mom, I am sure she got it from hers, and so on. We have the klutz gene, and with me, and now apparently A as well, it just so happens to kick in at the worst times possible....

Like 2 days before moving I broke my ankle.... Broke my hand just after moving and days before starting a new school.... breaking my toe before a big swimming trip.... the list goes on and on, with more than just breaking things, I just cant rack my brain at the moment to remember all those moments I have hidden away into the deepest darkest recesses of my brain.

I hope they find a cure to this gene before my grand kids get it. I'm telling you, its no fun at all.