We played in the backyard a few days ago and it was so beautiful. Lots of digging for creepy crawlies and exploring. Hadley still had worms from a “worm party” play date last week so they were the guests of honor. She kept saying “Aren’t they beautiful, Mama? Look at their skin!”

I kept calling them “juicy” which puzzled her. They were though. Big, fat juicy worms.

Bubba loves yelling, throwing rocks and climbing everything he can in the backyard. 100% boy. He also thoroughly enjoyed sneaking the worm bucket away from sister, dumping it out and screaming.

He has also become a blanket kid, MUCH to my chagrin. I hate the whole blanket thing. He calls it “grankie” though, which is painfully adorable. He’ll go from room to room saying “Where’d grankie go? Grrrrraaannnkie? Grannnnnnkie?” I try to have him leave it in his bed but he always seems to get it. Today he insisted on bringing it outside.

The next day I threw the kids in the car at 8:30am and headed to The Grange, a cool, country co-op. We bought 1500 ladybugs for $6.99. Hadley had a field day. Finn was sort of impressed for 2.5 seconds until he had to move on to something else very very quickly and loudly.

I tried a new yoga class last night at Yoga Barn. They have a special therapy program for people with auto-immune diseases. I was supposed to go out to dinner with some girlies but cancelled late in the day to go to this yoga class. I was feeling bad about it and Peter said “Yeah, you basically said ‘uh, I don’t want to go to dinner with you because I want to go work out.’” I immediately protested “But but, that’s not it! Yoga is therapeutic and you know if I don’t go I start to get creaky and I feel like it makes my symptoms worse.Plus, I hadn’t been in a week.”

“Yes yes, I know that but other people don’t. They just think you want to go work out.” He said sympathetically.

“Oh.” I said somewhat deflated. Immediately worried that I was thought of as an asshole. I made a mental note to explain to the girls.

Back to the class. While I was optimistic about a therapy program, I don’t think it’s what I’m looking for. I’m still processing on whether or not I even liked it.  Lulu, the instructor, a warm Australian woman went around to everyone to ask their name and what their issues were. That took 20 minutes because, of course everyone wants to talk about what ails them. Then the rest of the class proceeded to be really chatty. I hated that. She left the room a few times to check something, then came back in and wondered where she had left off. It lacked the introspective, meditative element that I love. The woman next to me kept wanted to make eye contact and groan about the poses. She also kept talking to herself. I say “herself” because if she was talking to me, I wasn’t responding, therefore we were not having a conversation. Me not responding or even acknowledging her should have clued her in but it didn’t and she continued to chat in breathy tones to no one. I like my yoga served quiet with some meditation on the side, thank you. To Lulu’s credit though, after I explained my health issues she asked if I had ever done viniyoga. When I said no she smiled and said “It’s very different from the yoga you usually practice. We don’t do the classic poses.” Hm. And we didn’t. She would also interrupt instruction to talk to people.  “Now Katie, don’t do this one because of your issues with your Sacrum.” She would occasionally ask me if I was doing ok, and I was but even if I was on fire I wouldn’t say anything for fear that she wouldn’t continue with the class and would want to talk.

The wood floors of the studio were lovely and I tried to concentrate on that and listen to the rain pelt against the window. That’s a sound that I love.

Savasana (corpse pose) was outrageously cozy though and that earned major points. Usually I’m just lying on my mat but these folks had a blanket underneath you for padding, a blanket on top for warmth and then she passed out lavender scented eye covers. Hello, delicious.