Quinn is quite the little yogi lately. At daycare, they practice breathing with their movements, holding their poses, and working their core to stay centered. And he's more than happy to show off his moves--at home, at the grocery store, in the middle of Ikea... The daycare center emails me these reports every afternoon letting us know what the kids did that day, and it arrives right in time to bring me out of that 2-3pm post-lunch slump. Just as I'm about to fall asleep at my cubicle, my "What in the World of Twos" comes through and I have a moment where I wish I'd become a pre-school teacher. I could so get behind the idea of finger painting and yoga all day long.
And since I made it known that I'm feeling that mid-afternoon slump more often than not lately, so many of you have reached out to me with offers of help over the last few days. I didn't realize I sounded so desperate until the emails and texts and phone calls started coming in, asking if we needed extra hands, offering dinner, babysitting, just a night out with friends. You all are pretty wonderful, you know that?
The truth is - yes, we do need more nights out with friends (so we're making it happen, increasing our efforts to do more "normal people" things). We're meeting our neighbors, and one girl--a senior in high school--has offered to babysit anytime. We also have some dear friends in town visiting this weekend, so we're taking a break from our house to-do list to hang out by the pool at their hotel. And as soon as I'm healed (May 23rd is the 6-week mark, not that I'm counting or anything--fingers crossed my incision stays closed this time), I'm reviving my yoga practice. I'll be doing my down-dogs right alongside Quinn.
In the meantime, I have some beautiful sunflowers brightening up my kitchen and bringing a smile to my face. A friend had them delivered "just because" the other day. I seriously know the best people.
Thank you all for being in my life.