She Is Her Father's Daughter

It stands to reason that Alex contains a little bit of both Marcus and me in her.  While she clearly got my good looks I think she may have gotten her father's uncanny ability to hurt himself in just about everything he does.  How I have not written about this in previous posts is beyond me but if you know Marcus then you know he's infamous for crashing into walls and breaking bones.  Balls to the wall is what I like to call it, and that's apparently how both Marcus and Alex live their lives.  Balls.  To the wall.

The next series of events all happened about a week ago and to be perfectly honest with you it's a miracle we didn't end up in the emergency room at some point.

The morning started off pretty typical with one exception and that was Marcus and I wanted to get to Ikea first thing in the morning to price their closet systems.  So, we all woke up, ate some breakfast, and then headed upstairs to take showers.  I wanted Alex to take a shower with me because she hadn't had a bath the night before and she was a little stinky.  Somehow in the process of turning the shower on a huge puddle formed in the middle of the floor (seriously, I have no idea how it happened) and, I'm sure you can see where this is going, Alex slipped in it and landed smack on her head.  That pretty much set the tone for the rest of the day.

Later, at Ikea, we found the cutest table and chairs perfect for Alex that cost all of $20.  Even Marcus was like, how can we not buy it to which I replied, "are you feeling well?"  Anyway, we bought the set and when we got home Marcus put it together and we all sat around it eating our lunch.  After lunch Alex decided the table and chairs were more worthy of being a jungle gym and she pushed the table around some and fell one of the chairs onto its back.  She then proceeded to climb around in the other chair, despite our warnings not to, giving us her sh*t eating grin that she's become so famous for.  And, again, I'm sure you can see where this is going, she promptly fell out of her chair and went eye first into the leg of the chair she had upended just moments earlier.  Her eyebrow immediately swelled and turned red with a hint of purple and we tried to help by putting ice on it but that's like trying to put ice on a, well, a toddler.  It's just not happening.  Needless to say, it was pretty red and, over the course of the last few days, has turned purple and is currently at the yellowish-greenish stage. 

After the eye incident, we all calmed down and I went upstairs to freshen up for a BBQ and Alex and her Dada went into the office to set-up her table and chairs in there.  At some point during this time I heard a thud and immediate wailing but really, by then, unless Marcus himself was freaking out I wasn't too concerned about what had happened and it wasn't until later that I found out Alex took another head dive off the chair.  I never could have imagined learning how to sit in a chair was such a complicated process.

Finally, to cap the day off, we were at a friend's BBQ and Alex took a nice little slider on their stone patio which left some great scratches up her shins.  I won't even go into detail about how she nearly froze her arm off in a bucket of ice water to the point where she freaked out but that happened, too.  Anyway, I can only imagine what the ladies at her daycare must have thought on Monday morning when they saw the black eye, skinned shins, and possible signs of hypothermia (especially given the 100+ temperatures outside).  God, I hope CPS doesn't come knocking at our door.  If they do, maybe if I show them the picture of Marcus when he broke his eye socket they'll understand what I'm dealing with.

Also, pictures to follow for a comparison shot...I just don't have the capability to upload anything right now because Marcus ran off with all of the USB cables probably in an attempt to not have his broken eye socket debacle relived (which in the end wasn't nearly as bad as the broken shoulder).