Someone always manages to get hurt

When I was pregnant (and we had time on our hands to think about these things), Joey and I took a look around the house and realized that certain pieces of furniture were going to have to be moved once the babies got mobile to avoid any serious injuries. One of those items was our coffee table - a rather heavy wooden table with a glass table top with very sharp corners. So we invested in a not so pretty but very cushy leather coffee table instead. That table seems to have quickly become Anna and Margaret's favorite thing to stand next to, walk around, pull magazines and remote controls off of (and a full cup of coffee one morning - quite a scary moment), etc. The space in between the couch and the coffee table also seems to be a frequent location for wrestling matches - which start off with giggles and always seem to end with someone in tears. I therefore spend most of my day acting as a referee. Here's how I found the girls one day:




On an unrelated note - Anna is walking! Well, walking in the sense that she's taking about 6-8 very clumsy steps forward before flying face first into the carpet - not the most graceful move. She seems incredibly proud of herself as she walks around with this goofy little grin on her face (I have yet to get a video of it, but I'm trying!), and she remains undeterred in her progress, even after dive bombing the floor several times. I'm particularly proud of her since she was the one who crawled a good 2-3 weeks after Margaret. Talk about evening the playing field!