Summer is NOT over until I say it's over

Team Yoga School. I have so much love in my heart for all these kiddos. Grade 'A' Yoga Badasses. 
Each and every one of them.


So many of you know I attended a yoga teacher training in Sedona this summer. What I haven't told many people are any of the details therein. A big part of that is that I haven't really been sure what to say. I learned so much from so many people, I can't really express what happened during June and July in a very concise way. I mean, as always there are some hilarious stories. Especially when you send a little Mormon girl and her toddler to yoga school. And I want to tell them. You know I do. 


Another reason I haven't really gotten around to telling this story is because I haven't really found a good way to thank all the amazing people that made my going to this training possible. It truly changed my life in so many wonderful ways. How do you thank someone adequately for that?


So today, I'll just start with a few pictures from that amazing month.
But in the mean time. Thank you to all of you who made this dream a reality. 
I'll keep working on a better way to say it.

Yoga on the Rocks

Allie. I broke into her house with a credit card.



By her own admission, she's broken her own ribs doing yoga.
You can't get much more yoga street cred than that.
the garden

Statues for chanting. I didn't chant at anything for the record. Except my alarm clock at 3:30 am when I had to get up everyday. I would have gladly put a voodoo curse on it if it would have changed anything.

Kristopher  at the creek

That's a real live yurt, y'all. I slept in it. At night. On a hill by myself. For one whole hour. It was terrifying. A bunny almost ate me.


Camp Nugget

Dragon Pool

For all those of you in Nugget withdrawal, this glimpse of the Max at camp in the mountains is for you.

Hiding in the toy box

Internet is sparse, but he didn't want to let you down. 

This picture isn't even edited. He's just angelic. In pictures anyway.


We love you guys!


And airplanes (or hairplanes). We love those a little bit as well. 

We hope you are all having an amazing summer! We love and miss all of you!

the management


To My Little Boy

Dearest Baby Max,

Max peddling it up 

There are people in this world who will tell you to take care of yourself. There are forces that will make you feel like if you continually give of yourself , of your time and talents, that you will be left empty.

I want you to know that just the opposite is true. The more you give, the more you serve, the fuller your life and your heart will be. If you exhaust yourself everyday putting love and caring feelings out into the world, you'll go to sleep happy and full each night.  Sometimes it can be embarrassing when people aren't ready to accept your help or your friendship or even you. I want you to know that that the only sting of regret that you should even ever acknowledge is that of the missed opportunity to try. 

Shiny little shoes

I love you so very much. Your kindness and ability to love everyone you meet inspire me to try harder everyday. 



The bunny, the bunny... ooh, I love the bunny.


Happy Easter, Yall. The nugget wants you to know he's eaten a metric ton of straight chocolate today. 
God bless America.
And dentists. 

Not so much dentists, as they frighten me. 

Even though I'm sure they're the very nicest people in their personal lives.


Speaking of Easter snacks, Max's eggs only lasted one round because he found them to be delicious. 
Every time he found one, he insisted on us cracking it for him so he could eat the yoke out. 
It is my belief that he loves these because I had to eat two everyday when I was pregnant with him and they often took the form of boiled eggs that I choked down because I couldn't get them down in any other way. 
Now isn't that a pleasant Easter thought?
You're welcome, everyone.

Suit : DapperLads, Bowtie: Nordys,  Sandals: from Nana

This little seersucker short suit is from a little company called DapperLads. How awesome is that? They have the cutest suits and wool pants for little boys. I've bought knickers and and knee socks there before, and these people are on their customer service game. I emailed them after I sent my order like two weeks ago mentioning that I would really like to have it in time for Easter and I got an email from a human within couple of hours letting me know that they were on top of it and would get it sent out post haste. 
It came five days before I even expected it, yall.


I was so excited for Max to find his Easter basket that we ran for the front porch this morning. I thought he might yell or cheer (as we're a family given to exuberant bursts of joy), but he simply spied the basket, dragged it inside without batting an eye, and proceeded to feast on chocolate bunnies and the like. 





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