Namaste Bitches

Yoga put me down both literally and figuratively speaking.  Oh where should I begin?  Let's start a few months back.  Groupon began running a deal for hot yoga.  I wanted this...but I was unable to due to being pregnant.  This honestly was the only reason for my not purchasing it.  My lack of experience did not ever cross my mind.  Well, this morning Kaci and I completed our first at-home yoga workout.  Boy was I mistaken.  Let's just say that I should probably keep my downward dog in my living room for quite some time before I go traipsing into a thousand degree yoga studio.  Although at least there I probably would not have a 3 year old laying under me asking me for some saltine crackers for snack.

We did the Yogalosophy workout.  Apparently this is what Jennifer Aniston does.  It worked for her.  And I am sure she used this exact same DVD that she ordered off Amazon.  No personal trainer, chef or plastic surgery was needed.  Nope...just this DVD.  Right?  Well anyways I am already sore.  Yikes.  It combines classic yoga moves with strength training.  Today reminded me that I have a long way to go in regards to getting my core strength back.  I did enjoy the workout and will keep it.  I am also going to look for one that focuses more on the yoga portion though so that I can work up to a hot yoga class.  

Keeping with the fitness theme, Kaci had her first swim lesson this week.  She was a ball of nerves on the drive in.  She even shed a few tears.  She was scared about the water being too deep, and also upset that I was not going to get in the pool with her.  Luckily we arrived early, so we had time for a quick pep talk in the car.  A little Eye Of The Tiger will pump any athlete up.  As will the promise of a donut the next day.

She even looks like an Olympic athlete in that suit!

Once she got inside and saw that her lessons would start out in the smaller, shallow pool she was stoked.  She loved it.  It was all she talked about during dinner.

Pre-swim rinse.  She was pretty excited about this part as well!

Dean apparently hates swim lessons as he cried all the way home...after both lessons this week.  It's a 25 minute drive.  

How can he cry when he has the coziest seat in the car?

 Oh and here is a better shot of his little shoes!