Oh Dear.

John was out of town for the end of last week as well as the weekend. He came home Sunday and it couldn't have been a day sooner. While I love my baby girls and enjoyed all the snuggle time and the new snuggle buddy in my bed, Addison is a Daddy's Girl. And it totally showed while he was away. Our days were complete with lots of whining, crying and general crankiness. ( I will say though, that she seemed to act better snuggled in my bed watching Keeping Up With the Kardashians with me) Anyway, I tried to take a shower during Claire's nap time. I checked on Addison after I got out to make sure she wasn't writing on the furniture or walls and she was moving her doll house. So, I went back to the bathroom and then I heard her come and shut my bedroom door.

That's never a good sign. I came out.

"What have you done?"

She has an absolute look of terror on her face.

"Show me what you have been doing."

I follow her into the living room and I don't see any markings on the furniture. But... I can hear a weird popping noise. I turn towards the kitchen. And I see it.

Glass... everywhere. With a doll house sitting in the middle of it. I grab her up. She is twisting and screaming because she knows she is in trouble. I take her into my bedroom to lay her on the bed so I can spank her( don't judge me, Earl) and I see it, blood on my leg. Blood on my towel. Blood on my pillow. The glass had cut her in her attempts to cover it up. I find the cuts on the bottom of her foot. I take her into the bathroom to inspect it and I am praying she doesn't need stitches. She doesn't. I clean it up, put a Princess Band-Aid on it, and tell her to sit on my bed so I can clean up the mess.

I figured she had been after a delicious cupcake that we had made the night before and knocked off the pot lid that I had cleaned and was letting dry.

After I cleaned up, I found this on my counter:
It's a piece of gum, which is located here, in the second shelf of an upper cabinet.

The things she will do for gum. Her toes are healing and I cleaned up all the glass, but... STILL. I guess it's life with a 3 year old.