So I challenged myself to practice yoga every day during S’s first nap. And so I have, minus about 3 days for reasons of various acceptability. Sometimes I just end up laying on the floor. Because, you know, he doesn’t sleep so when I am practicing it is instead of getting the rest of the sleep I should have gotten at night. But seriously, who can sleep when the baby sleeps?
Sometimes I end up taking pics of my feet after I practice. Not sure why.
I am actually supposed to be practicing right now.
So I am about to go do that, but I want to leave you with these images:
Here is my beloved Aunt Millicent. We still visit her regularly, barring a cold virus or a car that doesn’t start (which has happened twice!)
She always looks so put together. On this day she was wearing a soft beige outfit with deep red cinnabar necklace, earrings, and bracelet (nails and hair freshly done). The necklace and earrings were actually from one of her trips to China (she and her husband have been EVERYWHERE twice) and the bracelet, she told me in a conspiratorial tone, is actually just plastic from the Museum of Modern Art.
*Sheesh. I can’t even be bothered to shower sometimes and I take toothbrush breaks at night when I am too tired, which feels like a mini vacation. So being a mother and the wife of a successful, politically active military man in the 50s was no problem for her. Backwards and in heels. I have seen pictures. She was (and still is) STUNNING. I have seen old gentlemen fawn over her. I have seen them flirt.
Sufyan now takes his portable eating chair and we eat together (albeit quickly) in the dining hall before going upstairs to admire her latest portraits (she is the most talented and prolific 82 yr old I know). S always draws a crowd of old folks who smile and wave and say sweet things to his cherubic little face. I love seeing him see them, and I love seeing their faces light up. In the last 2 times, 2 very old people have said something to me along the lines of, “It just goes so fast. It all goes so fast.” Wow. Try having someone clearly in their late 80s tell you how fast it goes while you look at your baby and you will be socked in the stomach with the fragility, the fleeting and temporary nature of life. And, if you’re like me, you won’t forget it. It hurts good.
Here he is playing in the solarium. He loves Aunt Mil’s walker! It has wheels!