baby yoga

Although I haven't kept up with my yoga class as well during this pregnancy as I did with Adelaide, these two are making up for it. We got our 'fetal anomaly ultrasound (and yes, baby's gender is still a mystery). Actually we got two of them because they couldn't see everything on the first one. Baby Roo is sure cute; it's great fun to watch him squirm around. While we were watching, baby reached her hands up over her head, then down to grab her toes -- baby yoga!! Baby looks healthy, so far so good.

Back at home, Adelaide had a yoga adventure of her own. She likes to pack a little bag with whatever toys or snacks she has available, and march around the house, announcing that she's 'going to yoga' now. Last weekend, she took up doing yoga exercises on the floor, and slipped and cut her head open. Finally my many years of school had a good use: no emergency visit for us. I just went to the hospital, got skin glue and steri-strips, and fixed her head while she was sleeping. $250,000 in training, and I saved us $300. Well worth it, no? Maybe I should have been a yoga teacher.

June adventures

June was the most exciting month ever. I finished internship (hurray!!!!) just in time, as another week might have pushed me over the breaking point.

Adelaide got a visit from her Grandma Nellie and Aunt Lisa, and she ate up all of the attention. As you'd expect, she was a good adventurer and took them around town to her favorite places as well as up to Mt. Hood. The first day they were here, I prepared her to be alone with her visitors while we were at work, saying "Grandma will take you on an adventure." Adelaide quickly retorted, "no, five adventures." And they did.


Then we embarked on a family road trip to some of the sights of Southern Oregon. We went to an animal safari, dipped our toes in Crater Lake, shopped every cute shop in Ashland, slept high in the air in a tree house "treesort," and generally had a lovely time with a very relaxed agenda.

Although I shouldn't have been, I was surprised what a fantastic traveler little Ada is. She had a blast and was such a fun travel companion. She sang made up songs in the car ("goodbye to the giraffe ... we're going to a hotel ... we're on a vacation trip") to the melodies of her favorite tunes. She napped when I told her to, tried lots of new food, stuck right by us in the "don't-bring-your-kid-in-here" stores, and didn't mind the mosquito attack. She even learned how to hold a napkin under her peach in the car so no drips got to the carseat. People say it's hard to travel with a toddler, but we are very fortunate to disagree.