Just call me Super Woman

I was upstairs calling out good bye to Jonathon when Lyndon, hearing good-bye, jets for the ungated stairs...

I look up quickly to see him start rolling and tumbling down our very long stairs heading straight for the hard wood floor below.

As a mother, what do you do?

Fly, of course.

I literally ran (flew) around the banister and down the stairs fast enough to catch him 3 stairs from the bottom.

I was like that mom you always hear about who all of a sudden has super human strength to lift a car and save her child. Only instead of super human strength, I flew.

Just call me super woman.

(*Note to the gransparents: Just for your peace of mind I want you to know that under normal circumstances I ALWAYS have the gate up while we are upstairs. Lyndon, or should I say Jonathon's son (if you catch my drift), literally bolted and ran to the stairs in 2 seconds flat.)