Klumsy Kate

I've been saying for awhile that Grace isn't particularly accurately named.  The poor kid can trip on thin air.  Her sister appears to be following in her footsteps.

Katie's weekend, in summary:

While scooting around on the bathroom floor, she lunged forward on her knees, headfirst, into the corner of the tile wall in the bathroom, cracking her forehead right on the browbone, leaving a red mark.

While crawling around at my parents' house, she somehow wedged herself under one of their chairs.  Said chair is also a recliner, and Gracie chose that moment to open the chair, leaving a big scratch on the back of her head.

While exploring in the pull-out pantry in the kitchen, she lost her balance and slammed down, face first, onto the bottom shelf, leaving a big swollen cut smack in the middle of her philtrum.  (Sorry.  Her philtrum)

Considering her rapidly increasing mobility, I'm guessing we're going to have to invest in a set of football pads for her.  Because just a few days ago, she got herself stuck like this:

Of course I took a picture before I rescued her.  Mother of the Year!