My sister Kari believes that Will has the fattest thighs of any baby ever. (Oh, you thought I meant MY fat thighs? No, no. I try to avoid referencing those.) I think she may be right. See Exhibit A:
He is quite a chunk. My mom is always using words like “sturdy” and “solid” but we all know those just mean fat. She even admitted today that we should keep baby powder around so he doesn’t get a heat rash in his fat rolls. And don’t get me wrong, he’s adorably fat, just like a baby should be, so I’m not saying fat like it’s a bad thing. It’s just the truth.
Anyway, on to yoga. I want to start doing yoga again. One of the things I planned to do with Kalena sleeping later (aka staying in bed later) was to get up at 6 and do yoga before she’s up. Unfortunately, Will only sleeps through the night sporadically, so most mornings I end up sleeping until about 6:30 instead. I really want to get started though. Even Will has been reminding me to do it. See?
And there it is!
There’s a reason they call it “happy baby pose” you know. Although, in his case the “happy” seemed to mostly come after the “pose” part. I guess at 5 1/2 months holding your toes is serious business.
P.S. Isn’t “happy baby pose” a WAY better name than “dead bug”?