The Flyin' Mayan

Well, your favorite super-hero made his debut yesterday. I wish I was referring to how fast he rides his bike but that is not the case.


Eliot took quite the tumble yesterday. All the way down the stairs. Not just a small, carpeted stair case into a pool of jello as one would hope, but down an entire wooden stair case onto the concrete basement floor. And of course it happened the moment my mouth closed after just saying, "Eliot, don't go near those stairs."

Before you call DFS, please understand a little history. Eliot sits on the top step every time one of us goes to the basement. He stays there and talks to us while we switch the laundry or whatever. He's also on the cusp of a growth spurt (eating us out of house and home, sleeping way more than normal) which also includes getting clumsier. We're assuming he went to sit as usual and his body got ahead of himself.

When I came around the corner he was lying on the basement floor screaming. Which is a good thing according to a lot of people! Screaming equals consciousness! He clung to Russ' neck and just cried and cried and kept saying "I fall" and "ouch." Then he declared that he needed a snack. He could have had an entire ice cream truck had one been available as far as I'm concerned.

Today he woke up and asked for "Mecine" and seemed a little sore. Russ keeps calling him Slinky. I keep squeezing him harder than normal while trying to push out the "What if he'd..." possibilities that inevitably come to any parent's mind. The Lord is good. This could be a much different post this morning.

There are so many things that could have gone wrong that we're not ruling out super powers. Like watching the pilot episode of Heros or the beginning shot of the original Superman movie. We'll let you know if he lifts any cars off of hurting people today.

Save the Slinky, save the world?