Ouch. . .

So, Lucy was down for her morning nap which usually lasts an hour and I was out in the yard being productive, watering plants, picking up apricots, etc. Twenty minutes later, I'd worked my way to the back of the house where Lucy's room is, I heard her screaming. I dropped the hose and ran to go get her. . . the side door was locked. Crap. I madly ran to the front door, flip flops smacking the uneven asphalt loudly and tripped up the cement steps. I felt my toe stinging but of course I was more worried about the crying baby in the back room, imagining her leaping from her crib and landing on her head. . . but don't worry, she was fine when I got there. Just sitting in her crib waiting for me to come get her and upset that it had taken me so long. I sat and rocked her for a while to calm her down and then looked down and my toe. . . or the bloody stump that had been my toe. . . and then I looked at the trail of bloody toe prints crossing Lucy's cream colored carpet and evenly placed along my running stride throughout the entire house.

Enough of that story. But it did look like an awesome scene for a Law & Order. I should've left it for when Mike got home and hid somewhere while he assessed the crime scene.

**Update: While I was writing this, Lucy got into our island cupboard and among other things dumped a bottle of Sesame Oil onto the floor and then rubbed it around with hands, feet, and bum. So now add the permeating smell of Chinese food and a shiny baby to the above crime scene and Mike would really be left scratching his head.**