I managed one whole pose in mommy-baby yoga the other day. My son napped in my chest as I pressed my shoulders and feet into the ground, creating the perfect place for my 2yr old to make a cave under my knees with blankets. I had to chuckle to myself, this is not my picture of yoga, but it is a perfect picture of my life.
Then little miss said it, "I have to potty, mama." Awesome. Is it wrong I strongly considered telling her to just go in her diaper? With a sigh (and a grunt) I stood up. Of course little guy woke up and little miss didn't really have to go.
Ugh. Let's try again next week.
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