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i need a really big yoga mat.

i need a really large yoga mat. like roomsize. big. huge even.

why?

because, as i learned last night, when mom does yoga at our house, it's a family affair.

my hope was that john might join in a little -- i am actually looking for a good "yoga with the kids" dvd that we can try so maybe we can do some for real family yoga. but in the case of last night, i just intended to do a little prenatal yoga and if john took part, bonus.

what i did not count on:
  • nervous buddy dog, very curious about what we were doing, who decided that a yoga mat is the perfect place to lay down. in fact, the only appropriate place in a living room full of places. i can't count the times i said, "buddy, get!" in the whopping 10 minutes that i managed to stick with my plan.
  • very adorable john sitting next to me in an easy sitting position with his hands folded in perfect namaste.
  • very adorable john doing downward facing dogs next to me on the mat.
  • very jealous mommy looking at john's downward facing dog and realizing just how much wee ones "get it" by the very nature of their bodies
  • silly john crawling under my body as i do downward facing dog.
  • even sillier john returning to downward facing dog, saying, "mommy, go under me!" (god bless you for thinking i could, kiddo.)
  • now-bored buddy dog, putting us to shame with his actual downward facing dog.
  • john climbing on my back as soon as i get to plank.
  • buddy licking my feet as john and i collapse in a fit of giggles since there is just no way i can sustain a plank with an extra 26.1 lb weight on my back.
that was the end of our yoga practice for the evening. oh well ... 

and, completely unrelated to anything, here is our child sitting in a suitcase, using a towel as a blanket, watching his iguy. please don't call cps.





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