I heart Yoga!

Last night I finally made it to the Yoga class I've been waiting months to take. Since moving back to California I've been looking for a Yoga class to take, but haven't found one yet that wasn't at the ass crack of dawn.

As I mentioned in a previous post Bryan and I joined a gym and to my delight I saw they have Yoga classes. I was going to try and take one during the day, but after the last debacle with the childcare at the gym I'm pretty sure that option is out.

I've never taken Yoga in a class before,. I've done it at home in front of my TV with the help of a DVD, a then 1 year old Dylan, and Bryan laughing at me or trying to push me over. That was the last time I ever did Yoga in my house or at all for that matter.

I decided last night was the night to start my Yoga experience again. I arrived about 10 minutes early and stood outside of the class waiting. I get in class and my mini anxiety attack begins. I start looking for somebody "nice and friendly" to sit next to (a lot like I did the first day of class every year in high school). Everybody starting spreading out their mat on the floor, but I didn't know the mat etiquette for yoga. How close should I be to the person beside me? Should my mat be parallel with theirs or should I stagger it some? Oh the questions and yet not a soul to ask!

Finally I get myself situated and notice people are stretching, so I begin doing a little stretching so I at least appear to know what the hell I'm doing. The instructor walks in and she is a tiny little thing. I've been made fun of my whole life by my friends for pretty much being a stick (I've been called beanpole more times than I can count), but this girl's legs were even more stickly than mine! I figure we're going to start off slow, oh no! I was working up a sweat about 6 minutes in. And I made a comment to Bryan before leaving that Yoga was relaxing, sure it is!

Once I stopped worrying about if I was doing the poses right and remembered to breathe, it actually turned out to be a lot of fun. I don't think the gentleman next to me, who got dragged there by his wife, felt the same way. I think I counted about 10 "Oh shits" coming out of his mouth. I felt so good after class and was so proud of myself for making it an hour without passing out in the middle of class. And unlike my workout from Saturday I didn't feel completely dead after class, I felt energized. I can actually say that this is one workout I plan on sticking with. Plus it'll be nice to get away from kids and Bryan and have an hour all to myself. Well I guess myself and my fellow Yoga classmates.

Note to me for next class...next time don't stand behind the girl wearing the lose fitting shorts. Lets just say during downward dog I caught a glance of a little more than I wanted to see...ouch my eyes!

The Sweetest Thing.

I love listening to Justin's baby babble. He says a few words that others can understand, but mostly they are only words that I can understand:

Nyny=Dylan
Ma=more
gma=grandma
dada=daddy
mama=mommy
aduh aduh (while pointing)=what's that?
hiaaaa=hi

Today while he was eating breakfast he was throwing a mini fit because he's not feeling too great. He heard Bryan coming in the house from the garage, stopped his crying, and said "Daddy" in the cutest little voice I have ever heard. It was clearly Daddy, there was no mistaking it, even Dylan heard him say it. Bryan didn't hear it, because he was half in the garage, but I saw the pride on his face when I told him that Justin clearly said "Daddy."

I think it made it even sweeter because Bryan left this morning for a couple of days, so it was a nice little send off for daddy. Now I just need to get him to clearly say "Mommy."

The Pastor Family Goes to the Gym

I'm not a huge fan of working out, never really have been. I get on workout kicks every so often, but they never last for very long. Well lately my knees, neck, back you name it has been bothering me. Bryan got an awesome deal to join a gym through his work, so we decided to join.

I was all excited to take a yoga class on Saturday morning and they have child care at the gym, so I was really thrilled because I didn't have to worry about what to do with the kids. Well the class started at 10:30 on Saturday morning and I didn't quite make it in time. So I figured I'd go ahead and drop the kids off in the childcare center, and go work out on a machine for a little bit. Give them a trial run of sorts.

I go to drop the kiddos off and the employees looked so happy to be there. *please note extreme sarcasm and eyes rolling here* One girl was holding a little boy, probably about 1 1/2, who was crying. As I'm filling out paperwork she comes up to the desk and says, "I can't take this anymore." So they page the kids mom over the intercom. This lady comes in and says, "I was told to come to the kids room." They give her attitude and say, "Your kid is crying!" While holding this little boy in front of her face. "That is not my son, that is my son over there reading a book." She says pointing to a 10 year old boy.

The workers kinda look at each other and are like, "Oh I guess we got the stickers mixed up." They used this hi-tech method of numbering the kids with stickers, they didn't have a clue of any of the kids names.

Drop off time comes. Dylan is thrilled, Justin of course starts crying. I leave and go find my first torture machine. Not even 7 minutes later this is what I hear: "Attention all club guests. Will Jennifer Pastor please report to the Kids Club." I knew they were calling about Justin, I saw how well they handled that other crying kid so I knew they wouldn't even give him a chance.

I go in there, and it made everything worse. I calmed him down, but I had paid for an hour of care for the kids, so I wasn't leaving. I went to the car to get his blanket and resumed my personal torture, I mean workout. I workout for about 15 more minutes then decided to go pick up the kiddos. Justin had cried himself to sleep and the girl was holding him (and boy did she give me a nasty look when I came back to get him) and Dylan was minding her own business reading a book.

I prepared myself for a tantrum when I told Dylan it was time to leave, but she actually was okay. I got evil glares from the workers (who by the way didn't even check my ID to make sure these kids belonged to me). Maybe I shouldn't of left Justin there, but they didn't even give him a chance to calm down after I left. Really 7 minutes isn't that long for him to cry. And he wasn't even crying that much when the paged me to come get him. If anything it made it worse calling me in and then me leaving again.

This isn't a good sign for when I go back to work. Somebody isn't going to be a happy camper!

Priceless

I know, I know. So mean to take a picture of him in an hour of need, but I just couldn't resist myself. He was crying and frustrated that he was stuck, and I couldn't stop laughing. Isn't that what they invented cameras for, moments like these? I would of used the video camera but I didn't know where it was! That's right, I'm an awesome mom!

It's going to be one of those days.

Do you ever just wake up some mornings and realize as soon as you get out of bed it's not going to be a good day?

Dylan was supposed to be watching cartoons in my bed, as she does every morning until I'm ready to drag my lazy self out of bed. Well I guess she was practicing her somersaults in my bed, because I awoke to a tiny little foot slamming into my kidney right as she came out of her somersault. Felt great, lemma tell ya!

Then we're in the living room for not even 2 minutes when Dylan and Justin start screaming at each other and fighting over toys. Come on kids, at least let me have a cup of coffee first before you start acting like demon children. Bryan called me to say hi and all he could hear was the beginnings of WWIII in our house. "No, Justin that my toy, NO JUSTIN! NO! NO! NO! GO AWAY JUSTIN YOU NOT MY BROTHER ANYMORE!"

"Geez already huh? You're going to have a long day." No freaking kidding. These kids are making my decision to go back to work easier and easier by the second.

I've lost that cool feeling.

Saturday night Bryan and I went to a movie. That's right an actual movie with a plot and no animated characters. I wanted to see 3:10 to Yuma, but Bryan didn't want to watch me drooling over Christian Bale on our date, which is understandable. So the one movie we both sort of wanted to see was Superbad. We had heard it was really funny and Seth Rogan from Knocked Up was in it and he also wrote it, so I thought we'd picked a winner.

Actually I wasn't too impressed with this movie there were a few funny parts where I laughed out loud, but I was pretty much bored through the whole thing. Bryan and I were talking about the movie and looked around at the people in our theater and we were surrounded by high school and college students. We were probably the oldest people in the theater!

On a quick side note: are you people that freaking important that you have to text message your little friends throughout the WHOLE FREAKING MOVIE?! Cut the cord all ready chick, you can text your friends in an hour and a half. Okay note over.

Some people were saying this movie was the best teen film since American Pie. I'm sorry American Pie blows this movie out of the water (it's probably better than the 3rd American Pie though). While leaving Saturday night I came to a realization about myself. The whole "Letsget drunk and see if we can get laid" plot just isn't funny to me anymore. I asked Bryan if that make us officially old and uncool. He said "No it just means we have a sophisticated sense of humor now."

Bryan: "Crap I've got a message from 'S', he wants us to come over and have some drinks."
Me: "Well what time is it?"
Bryan: "Just after 10."
Me: "Uhh (while rolling my eyes), lets just go home."

Now that makes us officially old and uncool!

One more giant step...

...towards becoming a big girl. We've been working on Dylan putting her clothes on all by herself. She's fine putting on her underwear and her pants/shorts/skirt but putting on her shirt has been a whole different story. That is until tonight.

After dinner she went and found her shirt (she had to take it off before dinner because we had enchiladas, very messy) and suddenly she called to me, "Look at me mamma!"

I looked up from the dishes to see my daughter's cute little head poking out through her shirt. It took her about 3 minutes and I kept asking her if she wanted my help, but she insisted she could do it by herself. Finally she conquered that shirt, sure it was on inside out but who cares, she did it all by herself!

Of course we did a little happy dance afterwards to celebrate! Look out big girl world here she comes!

Please tell me she'll always love me this much.

This is what Dylan has been telling me about 10 times a day for the last week:

"Mommy you my best friend in the whole wide world."

It melts and breaks my heart at the same time. It's one of the sweetest things I've ever heard in my life and yet I know that some day she's going to utter "I hate you," from those same sweet lips.

Do they really have to grow up and turn into teenagers? Can't I just skip the teen years all together?

A child's guide to beating the heat

Yesterday it was unbelievably hot at my house a whopping 104 degrees. Seriously I live in SD, not the middle of Death Valley, it's not supposed to get that freaking hot! Well in all of my infinite wisdom, I decided, (uh...let hubby talk me into) taking the kids to Legoland. "It's not as hot there as it is at the house," he tells me.

So I pack up the kids for an afternoon of sweaty fun. It was actually really nice because nobody was there. Unlike me they were smart sitting inside on their butts in their nice air conditioned houses! We weren't there for long, but by the time we were done the kids were giant sweat puddles.

At home I had to finish dinner and Dylan went outside to help grandma water the flowers. I look outside to see my daughter's idea of how to cool off. She's naked except for her underwear and her rain boots, jumping in mud puddles that grandma made for her. That is one way to cool off I suppose and it sure looked like she was having a lot of fun.

I would post a picture, but I'm sure she'll hate me enough by the time she gets to be a teen. I don't need her finding out about me posting pics of her on the Internet in her underwear when she was little...don't want to give her any future ammunition.

Big Boy

Today I took Justin for his 1 year checkup, I'm only three weeks late no biggie. So the numbers are in and then is how he looks at 1 year (and 3 weeks old):

~His weight today, 23 lbs. 14 oz at birth he weighed 7 lbs. 6 oz.

~His length today, 32 inches and at birth he was 19 inches

Quite an amazing change over a year, no longer a tiny helpless baby now a big clumsy toddler!