Last night at the fabric store, I took Owen in his SUV-size stroller. Before I had even been in the store five minutes, I managed to take out a rack of craft books with the stroller.
Did I mention that I managed to do this right in front of another customer?
Graceful, I am not.
Coordinated, I am not.
Some people are lucky and manage to grow out of that uncoordinated gangly state during the teen years and manage to become graceful adults whose limbs work together to achieve unity for the whole body.
Others, such as myself, never seem to outgrow being awkward and our limbs refuse to communicate with each other and instead seem hell bent on individually doing a body in as quickly and embarassingly as possible.