The Bloody Massacre

But first, One year stats:
24 lbs= 90%
31 in= 95%

My sweet Dani, I am starting to believe, does not feel pain like a normal child.
She will regularly fall off the couch or bed and be more pissed that she is no longer on the couch or bed then about the fact that she bumped her head.

At daycare she decided to go down the slide standing up. She fell bumped her face and got a bloody nose. The workers told me that she didn't get upset until they tried to hold an ice pack to her nose.

Last week, Andrew and I were sitting at the kitchen island eating dinner while Dani was playing. At one point she came running up to me, I looked down and saw that she had a red streak on her cheek that looked a lot like blood. My first thought was that Carla must be bleeding (with the colder dryer weather she has been chewing on herself more than normal) and Dani likes to give Carla hugs. So I pulled her up into my lap and saw that her hand was covered in blood, as were her pajamas. I looked closer at her hand and on her thumb was a gash that was still bleeding pretty significantly. I had a mommy freak out and Andrew got a washcloth and bandaid. At this point Dani did not start crying until we put the bandaid on her, because heaven forbid there be something on her thumb to stop the bleeding.
Once we got her all taken care of, I began looking around the house. It looked like someone had been murdered with the amount of blood on everything. The oven, the dishwasher, the floor, smeared down the wall, all over her toys. I literally followed the path she took around the house cleaning up blood.
We still have no idea what she cut herself on.