The apple doesn't fall far...

...but she falls often. Unfortunately, it appears that Sophia may have inherited my lack of hand-eye-or any other part coordination. She falls and drops things frequently, even for a toddler (probably still not as much as I do.) She has always been far more interested in the spoken word than the careful step. That's always been my excuse, too.

Up until this week, it has always been small cuts and scrapes that a well-placed kiss could fix. On Friday, that all changed. Sophia dropped a very heavy toy directly onto her big toe. She screamed like I haven't heard her scream for about 40 minutes until I finally rocked her to sleep in my bed. In the four days following this unfortunate incident, she has been a trooper. Most of the time, she runs around great, with a slight limp. She stops occasionally to have a good cry about it. And she never forgets to remind us of how her toe " 'till kinda hurts." Up until this afternoon, she had insisted on having a sock on it at all times because she didn't want to see her toe.

Last night, we noticed that her toenail was looking completely black, so we became certain that it would fall off. Today, it looks even worse. Tonight there was an incident with a door that made it certain that falling off is inevitable. Here is what it looked like earlier in the day when she was able to ignore it completely.

Awful, isn't it? It looks much worse now.

I just feel terrible when she has problems like this that I can't help with in the least. On this one, I'm looking for some more assurance or helpful advice. By those who have lost nails, I've been told it's not painful. However, I've also read that at the end, I may have to sever a piece of skin under the nail to fully release it. Doesn't sound like a fun job for me, I have to admit.

Having fully embraced my own inner klutz, I know this is just the first of many such unpleasant tasks. I suppose I should go ahead and get used to the idea.