I once took a yoga class for college credit.
I tried really hard to center myself, but could not turn off my inner 13 year old who was screaming, “Oh my GAH, what are you even doing? Everyone here looks funny!!!!”
I did my best for the sake of a passing grade, but I will always wonder about downward facing dog.
Technically we’ve been posing like this since we were children right? What used to be my “search for quarters under the couch pose” is now a back stretching pose of peace.
Easy enough, but our instructor would walk around every one in the class with a rope during this pose. He would stand behind us, stretch the rope around us and pull us backward…toward him.
It was to help our backs stretch into the correct position so that we would actually feel the tension in our muscles. He was…helping us…
And everyone just let him walk around, adjusting their poses with what my 13 year old inner child could only describe as a thrusting rope.
And since it was the only experience with yoga I’ve ever had…I’ve always wondered if that was NORMAL or if my yoga instructor was completely perverted.
Last night I discovered the fattest raccoon I’ve ever seen eating our cat food in the garage.
In an attempt to snap a picture I slammed the garage door shut on it’s head.
Damn thing got away.
You may need a pen and paper to jot down this important parenting tip:
Giving a crying child candy sounds like a surefire solution for happier times,
but will only result in a mouthful of colorful, sticky drool dripping down their mouth.
Don’t do it.
Instead, take the candy and run.
Find a cozy closet and wait out the “episode”.
My kids can officially out draw me…not that this is any incredible talent they’ve been gifted with, I’m mostly just interested in ranking my own skills. It would appear my artistic ability stopped progressing at the age of six (probably some kind of traumatic drawing experience? blacked out the memory?), while both my daughters (7 and 9 now) have managed to continue progressing at a normal child level.
Okay that’s a lie, it’s clear they’re prodigies.
I might consider hiring them to update this section of my site from now on, “Hey Maile, here’s a dollar…can you draw me a picture of a Kainoa crying with candy dripping out of his mouth??”
Today I’ll let their wintery holiday pictures wish you a Merry Almost Christmas.
And now that I’ve actually done something with those drawings I can go throw them away. See how that works right there?
In honor of my 10 year anniversary I thought I’d post this sequence of pictures of love and marriage that Maile has drawn over the course of the year. I feel like these pictures capture a nice progression of family life…
After my husband and I recited those initial “I Dos”…
We were blessed with the excitement of birth…
We lived happily ever after.