I know I’m a klutz. I’ve known since I grew up to become a teenager. I was never a clumsy kid, but somewhere along the way I grew up to be one and it’s grown to be a part of me that I actually like about myself.
While it can be annoying at inconvenient when I’m in a hurry, it always end up with me laughing myself silly about it. Like the other day when I accidentally tried to put the wrong key into our front door. It looked something like this:
Yup, that’s what being an air-head gets to you. I don’t really know if it’s a side-effect from being a klutz or just another trait of mine. Anyways, it had me laughing a lot once I got into the apartment.
Today has basically been a family day. Zoe has been having a lot of fun at the playgrounds around town, and to both mine and the Dutchman’s delight she has even started to grab sand out of sandboxes just like a normal kid. Before, she would only step in it, stare at it and then say “ewww” before walking away. Now, she even picks snails up, although we’re still stressing about putting the little critters back down on the ground gently. She’s also started climbing stuff. It’s definitely a trait from her father, since her mother suffers from acrophobia (even though I absolutely love roller-coasters and swings). Also, we even got a family pic snapped.
She has many traits that resemble her father, although she’s about as picky with food as her mother. Which is a good thing, because it makes me a better cook :)
//c_Cae; a bit restless for another month before my last semester starts…