Clumsiness is just in our genes...

From an early age, I've always been one to get a case of the "Whoopsies!" daily.

It's not that I try to whack my knees on every object in the house, or that I have a deep desire to fall UP a flight of stairs--- it just happens. Often.

My children also have inherited this amazing gene.

Captain Chaos has the ability to knock anything over with his bottom from six inches away. Emi-loo can trip over a dust mote. Even Brie, from reports, manages to sneeze and have her pants fall off.

So, when I hit my knee on the door of the mini-van today and managed to dislocate the knee cap (a thing that happens so often I have a set protocol for it) my husband didn't even blink twice. He just kind of sighed, got the pillow, an icepack (aka pack of frozen peas), and spent a good ten minutes manipulating my kneecap back into place.

I'm glad the man loves me. Otherwise he'd get pretty exasperated at the injury list and the fact that the doctor's office is on speed dial.