Yoga
I can think of few things cuter than a three year old doing yoga. The class I went to today was run by a German lady, Tanja, who brought her three year old son along. He was quite well behaved for a three year old, although since his mother only spoke to him in German, I have no idea what they were saying to each other. He did say “Nein, nein, nein!” to her at one stage, He was very helpful, handing out pillows, toys for the babies and demonstrating poses.
I left the class feeling much looser and more relaxed. Well worth the trouble.
After dinner I thought I’d see what Willow thought of yoga, so I did a few sun salutations and she copied me (as much as she could) straight away. She ended up in the downward dog position directly underneath me in the DDW position at one stage.
The only thing cuter than a three year old doing yoga is my nearly three year old doing yoga.
We had a bit of excitement here before dinner. We live on a steep hill and often hear cars screaming down. We heard a crack then a bang and a crash so we went outside. This car didn’t make it unfortunately – it hit the tree next door to the house across from us and smashed into a brick wall. When I saw the two men running away from the car, I figured it was stolen and I was right. Dickheads. One of them looked like he had hurt his shoulder and I can’t say I feel sorry for him.
It was a good way to meet the neighbours and have a chat. Apparently the woman whose house was smashed into had just brought her dogs inside – if they had been outside, they may have been under the wall that was smashed into.
