diane and sophia espy other babies.
Where Zen ends, ass-kicking begins.
Two years ago: Darin, Fernando, and I see a preview of A Perfect Murder.
Three years ago: A wee bit of writing practice.
Today's news question:Which city's police department is thisclose to getting a civil rights lawsuit filed against it by the Department of Justice?
(Don't send me your answers. This is just a little way to expand your horizons. Honest.)
We went to the Mommy and Me yoga class today.
I am sooooo glad we did. I feel so good.
Tomorrow, I will hurt. But that is tomorrow.
I haven't exercised very much since Sophia was born (and, frankly, not all that much before). I've taken some walks, but usually those have revolved around some eating situation. And I haven't gotten back into the running. I may have to put the running on hold for a little while longer, until Sophia settles down a bit more.
The yoga class consists of a bunch of mommies on sticky mats (a long, thin yoga mat) with their babies beside them. Toddlers can roam at will. If you need to attend to your tot, you do so; otherwise, you do the yoga exercises currently going on.
I decided if I got 10% of the exercises in, I'd be doing pretty well. (Especially after the fiasco of trying to get a massage.) And sure enough, about ten minutes into the routine Sophia started crying, so I stopped what I was doing to cuddle and nurse her a bit. And that did the trick (the trick being, "Oh, okay, Mommy is here, everything is fine"): Sophia conked out for the rest of the class.
At the end of class we sat on the mats and introduced ourselves and our companions. The teacher gave us a page of resources for moms--including, I noted, a referral to a personal chef! The yoga teacher recommended this chef highly and mentioned that she pays the chef about $80 a week, groceries included. I didn't ask how many meals that was, but if that's even just four meals a week, for the teacher and her husband, that's a good deal! I decided that this was a sign I should definitely look into the chef thing.
After class I met Tiffany at Starbucks so that she could meet Sophia, who was a little squirmy upon meeting someone new. (Are all babies like this with new things and new people?) I parked Sophia on my shoulder, and she alternately flirted with the guy at the table behind me and dripped milky spit-up. I told Tiffany about what life is now like with a tiny tot (different but so far so good). At the end of our hour together I realized I hadn't asked her what was going on with her, but she said that was okay--I had had major news.
I came home and handed Sophia to Darin, who was eager to see her. "I feel like I haven't seen her for years!" he said. (Usually he gets to spend the afternoon with her.) They cuddled on the couch while I flexed my newly re-discovered muscles.
The answer to yesterday's question: The Vatican released the third secret of Fatima, which they interpreted to be a prophecy of the assassination attempt on the Pope. In 1917, three children in Fatima, Portugal, had a vision, which contained three secrets. The first two secrets reportedly foretold the end of World War I and the beginning of World War II, and the rise and fall of Soviet Communism. Which of these secrets is not like the others?
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