Attempted Murder?

So, my daughter tried to kill me today. Those of you who have little ones understand this statement immediately. Most parents, especially moms, have the bruises to back a line like that up, and my legs are no exception. However, Isabelle took it to a new level this morning.

For those of you who don't know, I collect snow globes. Every Christmas I get all of them out and display them for the season. I like to keep them all out for a time after the holiday and usually pack them up sometime in February or March. Well, I decided it was time to put the snow globes away today and pulled out the two huge boxes I store all of them in. Isabelle was watching a Valentine's day episode of Dora, while periodically walking her baby doll up and down the living room in its stroller. She was annoyed with me as I kept stepping into her line of sight to retrieve snowglobes off of the entertainment center. I know she was annoyed because even at two she gets a little bit "huffy" and lets out tiny sighs and even says "move mommy," as if I am horribly disturbing her. (Apparently, I should have heeded the signs).

Now I learned how to pack things from my mother, so all original boxes are saved and each snow globe fits in a specific box with specific wrapping and then each individual box fits like a puzzle into the larger boxes. (yes, I know I am a freak) So, needless to say, I was very focused on my task and picked up two snow globes (one in each hand) off the entertainment center. As I rotated around and took a step, Isabelle decided at that exact moment to push her baby doll's umbrella stroller right into my path. I swear this was premeditated. My foot somehow in a sick twist of fate decided to slide in perfectly beneath the fabric seat of the stroller and lodge itself in the metal bars which form an "x." My toes even managed to slip underneath one of the arms of the "x" which bent my foot at an awkward (and I might add, painful) angle. This, of course, was a small problem in comparison to the fact that I was also losing my balance and about to fall into the wood coffee table. Keep in mind I am still holding two snow globes. Somehow I manage to hop on my right foot which was still firmly planted on the carpet and twist my body away from the table. I ended up landing in a less than graceful heap next to it, still cradling the snow globes with a child's stroller wrapped around my left foot (which at this point is bascially screaming in agony as I twisted it further in falling down). Isabelle begins frantically dancing around me clamoring, "It's okay mommy! It's okay mommy!" as I attempt to stifle a few choice swear words itching to break free from my lips. After putting the snow globes down I yank the stroller off of my foot and assess the damage. My foot, while throbbing seems to still be whole and the stroller is not even bent. My mother had bought it for Isabelle and with some foresight purchased one that could withstand not only Isabelle's dolls riding in it but also Isabelle herself. Now, it seems the damn thing is also strong enough to not give way (at all) even when an adult foot becomes wedged in it!

Hours later my foot is now capable of bearing weight and I can walk with only a small amount of discomfort. Upon further inspection a small bruise is forming on the instep, but all in all I am glad to not have worse. I could have just pictured explaining to the doctor how I managed to break my foot on my toddler's doll stroller, partly due to my own stubborness mind you because I was not going to drop those snow globes! Isabelle is, of course, pleading innocence, but I have my doubts. Note to self: in the future do not disturb Isabelle when watching Dora.