Babies and Yoga

I woke up early as usual, to the crying/grunting baby alarm. Bright and early we headed out to take the Auntie to work. The sky was looking exceptional with the pink hues. It's always a beautiful morning watching the sun's first rays peek over the mountain tops.

It was a quiet and peaceful morning. Jude napped and I researched buying a coffee plantation in Costa Rica on the internet. Interuption. Telephone. A bill collector/court agent trying to track down our now deceased landlady whom unfortanetly passed away after being hit by an ambulance. Interuption. Telephone. Friend from my previous job at the Co-Op. Last minute emergency daycare needed. I met her at the store and she loaded up her baby next to Jude. She's 3 days older than Jude and has the cutest button nose and teeny eyes set between two grande-sized cheeks. I would be willing to bet on the fact that almost every adult she encounters at least thinks about squeezing her cheeks, if they don't in fact do it. So I drove away with the two cutest babies in Bozeman in the back seat. I was headed out to Angie's house when I passed tha bank. Time, 10:52. "Hmmmmm I still have time to make it to Mom N Baby Yoga at the library." So I took the next U-turn and went to the library. I pushed Jude in the stroller and carried Naomi. And it went fantastically. Jude slept and Naomi and I did at least 30 minutes worth of tree, cobra and downward dog in honor of the SJR Team! This woman in the library said to me, "You must be a brave, brave woman, or just half crazy." I told her that it was probably a mix of the two. Then afterwards I saw a man, whom after witnessing my grand performance of making it through a set of double doors with two car seats, a stroller, and 2 babies commented on how courageous I was. I responded with "or just half crazy!" He said "no, no, it's tough work what mom's do." And I thought "Amen!"