Like Mother, Like Daughter...

This is a picture of my Mother Annette, and me when I was about 9 months old. Notice my hand in the bottom right corner... Yes, that is a cast on my arm. Somehow I managed to fall off the armrest of our couch and brake it (my arm that is). My Mom says that I didn't let it get in the way of me crawling and I even managed to use it as a weapon to hit my older siblings on the head when they teased me. A few years later, I spun around the front room a little too fast and hit my head on my Mom's hope chest (on Mother's Day no less :) and had to get stitches. I wish that I could stop there with my list of injuries, but in first grade I broke my foot and had to lug another cast around for most of that year. I guess it shouldn't be a shock to me when my own children get hurt, but it is, and of course it was my little princess to get the first stitches. It happened a few weekends ago now... it was Saturday morning and Chad was helping me can the last of the pears in the kitchen. The kids went outside to play and the next thing I know Sam comes running in the house saying Emmi fell. I ran outside and found her in the bottom of our window well. (Chad made it out of huge boulders, so it is too big for a cover.) From what I could get out of the boys she tried to shimmy down the rocks because the boys were playing down there, but let go and managed to hit her head on something on the way down. Luckily Chad volunteered to take her in to the doctor, and he got the fun job of holding her down while she received 2 stitches. These pictures were taken at the doctor's office, on the day that she got her stitches removed. I am very grateful now, because I know that she easily could've gotten more injuries that morning, and she was such a trooper. I am also very sorry for all the worry I must have caused my own mother with all of my catastrophe's, and am seriously hoping that my daughter won't turn out to be quite as accident-prone as her mother was.