Ahhh, there's nothing like a good, unplanned yet graceful slide down the stairs at 5:00 in the morning to get you going.  Let me paint the picture for you......
Lying in bed and Owen wakes for an early breakfast while Ava is bouncing around on the pillows repeatedly stating "I woke up, I woke up!" Later followed by "I have to pee mommy!"  I tell Ava, "Let's go downstairs because I have to make your brother a bottle anyway." So here we go.....
(do not worry, no children were hurt in this incident)

Ava gets a head start down the stairs, holding the railing like she has been instructed because I don't want her falling, rolling or tumbling down the stairs. I should follow my own instructions sometimes.....
So, as I am trying to walk beside her I can feel myself start to loose my footing. Owen in my arms and Ava now at the landing. Now, we have a split staircase in our lovely townhome. So, this was not a fall, slide, what ever you would classify it as, down a long staircase, only about a good 10 steps. I am not even sure how this happened and I can not recall the entire thing because the only thought in my mind is to protect defenseless and innocent Owen in my arms. So as I am trying to grab anything with my right hand (the railing is on the left, the arm Owen is in) before I know it, I am at the bottom of the staircase trying to figure out what the hell just happened.  Owen starts crying, he apparently just had the bouncing ride of his life and did not enjoy it. So here I am with a crying baby in my arms, a toddler standing at the landing repeatedly saying "mommy, I sorry, mommy, I sorry."  For what, I do not know, this was no fault of hers. And my husband yelling from our bedroom "What in the heck just happened, are you OK?" I don't think I even answered because I was still trying to figure out if my legs were going to work and why my pants were wet.  Yes, embarrassing as this is, I think this entire incident jolted the pee out of me. Sean rushes down the stairs and I think he is surprised to find me sitting at the bottom of the staircase. I don't think he really knew what to do at this moment. I raise Owen up to him so I can gather myself up of the floor and get Ava to the potty and apparently myself there also.
If I wasn't awake before, I should definitely be awake now, one would think that anyway.  I find myself in the kitchen walking in a circle, trying to assess myself and saying to Sean, "I am going to have a huge bruise on my entire left side" followed by "I think I have a rug burn on my right elbow and the top of my foot." Owen is screaming his head off in the  background probably pissed because his breakfast is now delayed and diaper is wet. And Ava repeatedly asking me for marshmallows. Me, in my confused state and priorities all mixed up, Ava gets a green bowl of marshmallows at 5:05AM.  Breakfast of champions. The milk she is drinking will counteract the sugar rush, right?  Oh well.
Now, my day begins.  I am sitting on the couch feeding Owen.  Ava is sitting on the living room floor finishing her marshmallows and then proceeds to retrieve her alphabet books and dump them on the floor followed by the pillows from the love seat.  She then reaches for her xylophone stating "I want my vylophone" (her pronunciation). Yes, that is just what I need at now 5:15 AM, my toddler banging on her metal xylophone. I take no hesitation in telling her "No! It is way too early in the morning for that!"  Ear drums saved, amateur band of one postponed, for now. Let the day continue, hopefully it can only get better!