So, I had the brainwave last night as I sat at Souplantation that they sell those Starbucks Double Shot can things. Remember that it's only been recently that I've decided eating crap is okay, before, if it didn't exist at the health food store, we weren't having it. So, yea, I'm a little late to knowing about such thing as canned espresso. The problem is I don't really like espresso and, frankly, it's a really handy excuse to having some chocolate in the morning. I actually drink Yerba Matte 4 mornings a week and don't have any coffee but usually on Fridays and Saturdays and Sundays I have two shots of espresso with chocolate. So I bought some... and then I got up this morning and I made a cup of hot chocolate but with half the milk and then poured in the Double Shot... bingo... home Cafe Mocha. Ooooo this may be the straw that broke the camel's back. I'm actually considering getting up at 5am just to have a cup of coffee before practice. Someone please come and slap me if I actually do that.

I also took 800mg of Motrin an hour before practice.

Where the hell have I gone?

Practice today was really fun. It was just fun. I fell out of my second stand up... 3DStickman's wife started laughing... I turned around and stuck my tongue at her and she laughed out loud more. Just nice jovial, happy, loose, open practice. At the end, I managed to hold Utpluthi the whole count. Now this is fairly amazing to me since just last week ten breaths was my max. I was right in front of Tim and about halfway through when the extent of my amazement had landed itself right on my face, I looked at him... and he gave me one of those Tim looks. Those are the kinda looks where the message comes to you like 5 hours later. On Sundays Tim reads poetry to us during the first part of savasana. At first I was so so on the interruption of my quiet time but now I've come to treasure his selections and hearing him say them. Today's poem was amazing... I only wish I could remember one stanza.

This afternoon we all rode our bikes to the park. I sat on the grass the entire time longing to do some asana and feeling stupid for it. I ended up asking The Husband to demonstrate the jumping out of bakasana 'cause I still can't even begin to feel a way to ever do it. He did this wierd little lift up of his knees off his arms first, hovered, then effortlessly jumped back. You know, maybe I don't want him to do yoga ;) Maybe my ego couldn't handle it! Then I made dinner... two Sundays in a row... wow we're getting somewhere. I made this amazing red lentil soup with a green apple, celery, cilantro salsa. It was super easy to make too. After dinner The Daughter was teaching me yoga while we were listening to David Gariggues (I know I butchered that) CD... I knew she'd be moved by it.... after we were in the driveway playing and she came and sat with me and we literally YELLED singing all these versions of the following names: Rama, Hanuman, Ganesh, Sita, Jai Jai xxxx and various combinations... for awhile we were yelling Ram Ram Sita Ram and then whispering Hanuman...then Ram Ram GANESH (yelled)... finaly we ended up with this lengthy serenade that ended with soap, bubble bath, washcloth and bathtub. Why were singing to Hindu Gods and the bathtub I don't know. Anyway, it went on for quite a long time. It was one of those moments where you really feel what being a parent is all about... I really wanted the video camera, thought "Man, if I just had this to keep." It's when you realize that the most amazing moments, the ones that you'll always remember aren't the ones that you ever capture on video or media of any kind. Sure every now and again you get the most amazing picture of something but it's never like a moment when you know the dymnaic would completely change if you were in the vicinity of a camera. It was very cool.

I'm trying to convince myself not to type "and tomorrow it's back to work" Blah.