We went to our first postnatal yoga class today. I wasn't sure how it would go, since you were in Ferocious Beast mode yesterday and ate all day and night. I couldn't even put you down in your bassinet last night--you slept on top of me. But this morning, you had calmed down enough for class.
You stayed in bed with Dad while I got ready, and here are the things I heard him saying to you:
"I want you to be the best baby in the yoga class. Prove yourself to all the other babies. I want the best downward dog and the best chanting. Ok?"
Dad promises not to talk to you like this when you are old enough to understand him. But your chanting was pretty good.