It was early enough to get a brief yoga session in before the kids woke up--so I thought. At 7AM my mat is laid out, the manual is open to a 30-min short form. I stand in Samasthiti...grounding....centering...breathing....raise my palms and--"WAAH!!" What? He is awake. My 18 month old, and he's not going back to sleep.
He's happy, as always, to see me. I bring him down and he sees the mat. Very intrigued, he knows I'm going to be doing something with it. I give him a few minutes to satisfy his curiosity, then he's locked in his toddler seat at the table, eating. I begin again.
Surya Namaskara A three times, Surya Namaskara B once..."Crash!" Sippy cup on the floor and he is insistent to have it back. Resolved. Back to Surya Namaskara B once...twice. "Crash--skittle" Cereal on the floor. No matter, I finish the second salute and clean him up and he's off for his toys.
I am able to get through most of the standing sequence forms and jump awkwardly through to Dandasana when my curious little monkey is back. A smile to him with my chin dropped must have looked frightening to him. He comes over to sit next to me and give me a hug. We babble together as I move to the next seated poses without Vinyasa as I know my time is limited.
I get up a few more times to peel an apple, change a poopie diaper and retrieve toys and this is how 30 mintues turns into 75. Around 8:20 I lay in Savasana which lasts 5 seconds because he is concerned that something is wrong with Mommy laying on the ground, trying not to move.
This is my new Yoga style. When I come up with something more creative than 'Cheerio Yoga' I'll publish a book on how today's SAHM moms can do yoga with a toddler. HA!
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