Oh Isaac....

So I was doing some work in the kitchen, dishes I think, and I kind of forgot about Isaac because he was being so quiet. When I finally remembered to see what he was doing, I found that he had gotten into the trash can and found some very hard cornbread and was eating it. I couldn't help but laugh and then thank my lucky stars that it was cornbread and not chicken guts or something.

He loves going underneath the desks.

Again, I was busy and I turn around to find he had dumped his cereal all over the ground. If you know anything about baby cereal, it is extremely fine and flaky. In others words difficult to know if I had cleaned it all up and slippery.

He loves the refrigerator! I have found him eating cooked yams once, and another time I found him with an opened tupperware of a chicken sauce I had made. Oh, please note he is actually standing in the fridge.

I love this picture because he is totally sagging without even realizing it. Those jeans fit him, but because of the way he crawls, they get lower, and then when he stands up, he steps on the the bottom. I love it.

20's Murder Mystery

So thanks to our good friends Richie and Diana (in the picture above), we have now done 2 murder mystery parties. This one was set in the 1920's and we were all New Yorkers with accents, plus we dressed up in sweet costumes. And, we were all gangsters! It was such a fun night.

And thanks to Sophie, one of the most fashionable, sweet girls in the ward, I was able to wear a long string of pearls, a broach, and a headband with a flower. If you are in need of a fun night, that isn't just movie watching or regular games, try a murder mystery. It's fun to pretend to be someone else for a night, and to challenge yourself to talk with an accent. Plus you get to dress up, HELLO, it's fun!

Yoga

I know that I usually post pictures, but tonight the camera is in Isaac's room and I really don't feel like going in there while he is sleeping to get it. So instead I am going to put in my own little plug for Yoga.

First of all, let's go back 10 or more years, to my first yoga experience; Kristy and I went to LA Fitness to do a yoga class...and we were COMPLETELY ignorant of what exactly that meant. So when our instructor walked in, we both started laughing because he was the buffest (he had his shirt off), shortest Asian, with ridiculously long hair. And then the class started! We were asked to do some crazy positions that made Kristy and I lose our balance, and our composure. I am confident that we laughed at least 50% of the time.

Fast forward to a few weeks ago. I went to my first class of hot yoga, which pretty much means the room is between 80-90 degrees, and on top of that I grabbed a pilates mat, not a yoga mat. For those of you out there that don't know, there is a difference! Anyways, I was pushed beyond capacity to do and HOLD positions that were uncomfortable and that stretched me. WOW. At the end of the evening I was so sore, so stretched, and SO relaxed. It was one of the best, hardest work outs ever. So that's my new thing, hot yoga, on Monday nights. OH YEAH. Try it, you will be happy you did.

OH, and I forgot to mention that because of yoga I can now do a handstand. Yes, that's right, I have learned balance and strength and can do a handstand. WOOT WOOT.