Lilah has fallen in love with the world of exercise. Her pediatrician was concerned at first that she would get a complex; she would be anorexic by over-exercising or some nonsense (not sure when it became abnormal to love a healthy lifestyle in this world, but whatever). This was until I reassured them that we don't practice it to keep from getting fat or ugly, but to stay healthy and sleep well at night. I have noticed, though, that Lilah has taken a page or two from the yoga instructor's book and decided to...encourage me to be better at it. Tough love has become her specialty.
Here's a few excerpts from tonight's session.
(Instructor) "Have a calm face and a quiet mind."
"Whatsa matter with you, Mama?"
"This hurts."
"Here, let me help you. I will push you," as she pushes me deeper into down dog.
"Whats wrong?"
"This is hard."
"Come on. You can move your hips better than that."
(Instructor) "I know this is hard work."
"That's not hard work. That's sleeping. Here, let me help you." As she sat on my back and bounced.
At one point, she was baking Melissa & Doug cookies on my back while I was in pigeon.
She positioned Baby Doll on the mat with me to "help".
"*Groan*"
"Are you okay? Can you do two more deep breaths? There, there. It will be fine. Come here. *Kiss*"
While in boat, a pose really hard on my abs, the little snot got snarky. "Here, you want my baby dolly? She likes to sleep like you. Here she is.
(Sarcstic) "Thanks."
"Oh, not a problem."
