Here in the Dixon house two of us seem to fall, drop things, slam into objects and basically just bumper-car our way through life. I'll give you a hint as to who those two are - they actually SHARE genes. (I have my suspicions that all of the Power family children carry this gene. I concretely know of one other sibling who shall remain unnamed (cough -Afton!) that carries this gene for sure. I hold the utmost sympathy for her and her future children.) Here is a list of the injuries - just since Sunday! - that Emma and I can attribute to the Power family klutz gene:

1. I ran over my OWN ankle with a cart at Target yesterday. I was in front of the cart, pulling on Emma's hand (I realize she is MUCH too big to be in the thing but she was only there due to some barfy feelings due to the unseasonal heat we are experiencing here in AZ) and suddenly forgot to remember that physics phenomenon called MOMENTUM. I stopped to look at something in the garden section (oooh, shiny!) and the cart continued on its journey. BAM. Much cursing ensued. (I would LOVE to pretend that I don't have a potty mouth, but come on, let's all be realistic here.)

2. Emma came howling upstairs to me last night, displaying a quickly-swelling purple knee. The report from Daddy is that she was simply walking on the wood floor and then she was suddenly face-first into the tile. There seems to be no rhyme or reason for the fall. Not surprising, considering her history.

3. I dropped a can of mousse on my ankle. (My OTHER ankle, we must make it fair for all appendages. Don't want any of them to feel left out.) It's currently in the green/yellow stage of bruise healing. Pretty.

4. Emma's legs apparently melted to the leather seats (CURSE THIS ARIZONA HEAT YET AGAIN!) in the Explorer yesterday and as she ripped her leg away from the cow hide she ended up with a large circle of tiny bruises. (Petechiae, for you medical folks.) HOW? HOW?

5. Was talking to a co-worker Saturday night and walked right into a wall and nearly fell over. Talking and walking are two things I can't be trusted to do together. (I *can* chew gum and walk! Well, most of the time.) I didn't even stop my conversation. Walking into walls? Normal!

Five things on that list, and it's only Tuesday! We're so special.