The Superman Slide

I have been in need of some adult time and lucky for me, I have a generous group of friends that have come to my rescue.  Last weekend, Hayley came out to check on my mental health and offer some girl time.  However, I think after the weekend adventures she is probably never coming to Long Island ever again.  It all started out rather peaceful but gradually increased in anxiety until poor Hay was having legit panic attacks.  Let me explain:

Hayley, Dad, Wyatt, and I were hanging out in the den.  Wyatt decided to run out of the room, which is pretty normal.  Hay jumped up to chase after him.  About 3 seconds later I heard a definitive thump, bump, rumble, rumble, bump. "He just fell down the stairs."  I knew before I was even there.  My body moved without me telling it to and I found myself at the basement stairs in record time.  Hayley was at the bottom, looking shell shocked and bug eyed, with Wyatt wrapped crying in her arms.  I feared the worst.  The basement stairs are hard wood with concrete blocks all around.  There is no possible way that he made that fall without a scratch.  

Hayley was muttering pretty incoherently about being right behind him, that door is never open and then he was at the bottom.  I swear Hayley was more shaken then Wyatt was.  I calmed Wyatt down with a few ice cubes then stripped him down to check his perfect little body.  Nothing.  He had a slight bruise on his leg and a small cut on his hip but was fine, up and walking in about 3 minutes.  I was astonished, amazed, and thrilled.  Accidents happen and will continue to happen. But even after watch Wyatt laugh, run, eat, and play Hayley was shaken up.  I was seriously considering a sedative.

Then in our families classic style another unexpected event added the icing on the cake.  We were sitting around the dinner table, toasting our good fortune and calming remaining frayed nerves.  Out of the corner of my eye I notices some feathers on the floor.  "Ahh, is there something alive in here?"  Just then Hayley felt something furry glide between her ankles and then began the screaming, standing on chairs, and general mayhem.  Lizzy's crazy cat, Delilah, brought in a bird that was still alive.  The bird started trying to fly, we were all screaming, Wyatt starts crying, the feathers are flying everywhere, and the stupid cat is continuing on the kill.  Dad got the bird out but the damage done to poor Hayley was irreversible.  I think she will have a nervous tick for the rest of her life.

I have analyzed Wyatt's tumble from every angle.  Since no one saw the fall its all speculation but since the only marks he had were on his front we are assuming he slide Superman style.  Or as I like to think of it, he flew like Superman.  I have yet to confront the basement stairs and obsessively check to make sure the door is permanently locked.  I am sure that Hayley will come back eventually once the dust as settled.   Once she has had a good month of detox.  I am just so grateful that after a crazy day everything turned out fine.  (These pictures are from 2 days after Wy's big fall.  No harm, right?!)