This is a shot of Naomi grabbing her foot for the very first time (July 18). It didn’t seem like she had any interest in her feet and then suddenly BAM, there she was grabbing her feet all over the place.
In related news I went to my first yoga class in a gajillion years on the same day. I think Naomi was a bit more successful with the toe touching than I was, holy CRAP.
At one point I had to put myself into child’s pose rather than downward dog like everyone else was doing because I thought my head was going to explode. All the blood in my body got confused or lazy or both and decided to set up camp directly behind my eyeballs.
I know you’re not supposed to be competitive in yoga , but I’m going to be honest with you: I am a bit competitive in yoga. I have no business being competitive in any class since all the gumby-ness from my dancing days has long since bid me adios, plus, hanging over upside down currently takes all my concentration… but I can’t help but insist on getting my leg just a bit higher than the yogi beside me. This inappropriate use of mat time is sure to land me straight in the lap of the heavy breather beside me (I always end up right beside the guy who breathes really deep and loud even when the teacher hasn’t told us to breath deep and loud. Does breathing like that through the whole class help anything? If it does I’m in trouble because there is NO WAY I’m going to be able to breath loud AND hang upside down. I will probably die). Maybe once I can touch my toes standing up without seeing stars I’ll be in a place to completely miss the point of yoga and try to kick ass at it.
‘Til then I should probably do my best to grasp the point and try to get my zen on. Or at the very least concentrate on not passing out.
Age: 3 1/2 months