Yoga, Ezra Style
January 10, 2014
I signed Ezra up for an afterschool yoga class. Because let us never forget how excited Ezra was about that afterschool soccer program he attended in the fall:
Yeeeah. Pumped to the max about that.
But since Ez gets a little shy/standoffish about group activities (and he quit karate one white-hot minute after Noah quit), we've been trying to nudge him a bit into trying new things. Plus the yoga class was crazy cheap and buys me an extra hour and 15 minutes of childcare once a week. Selfless parenting! I am good at it.
Of course, Ezra had absolutely no earthly idea what "yoga" even was until yesterday afternoon. He thought I was sending him to "yogurt class."
"But I don't like yogurt!" he wailed.
This is true. Yogurt and mint-flavored things are literally the only two categories of food he won't eat. I have literally sent this child to school with leftover chimichurri hangar steak and brussels sprouts with blue cheese in his lunch, but a to-go tube of strawberry yogurt would be rejected with extreme prejudice because yuck.
(He also won't eat Thin Mints. He's such a disappointment in so many ways, you guys.)
But he LOVED the yoga class. I didn't get to observe him there because 1) ha ha no, my ass was at home, and 2) that's kind of the whole point, but he offered a full demonstration of his new skills afterwards.
(Please ignore the sad, drooping Christmas tree in the background. I will take it down soon. By Easter, at least, promise.)
He's already better at yoga than I am.
Though to be fair, everybody's better at yoga than I am. That mat is better at yoga than I am. I am only good at the meditation part at the end, when I get to fall asleep.
This one involved pretending to be a turtle curled into its shell, which naturally led to...
"TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLE DANCE PARTY!"
Inner peace to the exxxtreme, bitchez.
And this is when I put the camera down and tickled his bare feet. Because they were there. So zen. Much yoga. Wow.
He's very excited for next week's class. I asked him what his favorite part was and he answered: "You get to take your socks off! And also there is no yogurt."