I am such a flucking klutz. So, I am playing with my sweet princess in the living room floor and what do I do? Oh I land straight down on my right (bad) knee on to a lovely pair of metal pl@ysk00l keys. Yup, you guessed it. A lovely bruise. But wait friends! The fun doesn't stop there. I heard her babbling and coming into the kitchen so I get on my knees and peek around the cabinet and scare her. She turns around and laughs hysterically and tries to crawl away. As she turned around she managed to flip up the mat near the kitchen/living room and I land with my left hand on to four small floor nails sticking up. FUCK! Damn floor repairs!
[We did fix the nails, repairs still going on, but baby can't get hurt normally we have the gate up and rug down.]