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So guess who woke up in the middle of last night and decided it was time to party? Yeah, this guy. He finished his milk and instead of rolling over in a milk coma like he usually does, he sat up and flashed me a full on cheeky grin, like “I’m full now, let’s play!!”
Normally, the only thing I’d be playing at this time of the night is playing dead (or actually be more or less dead) and be all “shhh, go sleep baby…” but that grin and those sleepy eyes and that hair – it was all too much to resist.
This boy is my kryptonite.
We played peekaboo and sang songs using a pretend-farting sound and laughed till we couldn’t breathe for a good 20 minutes until he decided that ok, he was done playing and it was time to sleep so he crawled over to my arm, found a nice spot and promptly fell asleep. As far as bedtime routines go, it was one of the weirdest but also one of the best-est.
Which is not to say that this will be happening with any sort of regularity at all. I’m thinking it’s a one-time thing that I’ll look back on with fondness, like remember that crazy time when baby Finn woke up to play at 2am? What were we thinking??
As of now, the baby shushing resumes but last night was our special midnight party. Our little blip on the radar. And I’m glad for it.
Okayyy, I’m going to go ahead and take back everything I ever said about yoga. Except that one time when my yoga instructor told me to let my skeleton escape from my skin and imagine my thigh bones are rainbows. That part still stands as the craziest thing I’ve ever heard anyone say to me.
Long story short, I got really bored with my 30-day shred routine, and not bored in the “I’ve nailed this, moving on and look at my giant muscles” sense, but more of the “just thinking of it makes all the stress immediately return to my thighs” sense. I figured that at this rate, I’m going to give up completely so I thought I’d move on and try something a little more relaxing, like yoga – letting my stress melt into into the floor and all that.
#1. Jillian Michael’s idea of yoga is not relaxing at all. You want the happy baby pose? Do it on your own time. Corpse pose? Don’t even think about it. Which brings me to point 2.
#2. Yoga is HARD. Not as hard as the 6-week 6-pack routine but much harder than I thought. But it’s the good kind of hard. My back is extra happy with all the core-strengthening poses it’s been getting.
#3. In fact, it’s so hard that I ended up mercilessly butchering most of the poses I attempted, which is a good thing I’m doing it at home where very few people will get to see it. Although the husband did at one point laugh his head off. Good thing he didn’t see the part where I got stuck in a pose and couldn’t get out of it and I panicked for a whole minute before slowly letting myself fall over to the side.
#4. There’s none of that “letting your buttocks blossom” yogaspeak so if you’re into that sort of thing, this probably isn’t for you. In fact, I’d say it’s a yoga-inspired regular ass whipping by Jillian Michaels so make of that what you will.
#5. My kids doing synchronized yoga is about the cutest thing in the whole world. That session there was so cute it just killed me dead right on the spot.
//The end.
