Yoga, Yoga

I finally tried my first yoga class. We have a family membership to the local YMCA, which has age-specific kid zones so that Moms and Dads can exercise without having to pay extra for childcare. Evelyn's best friend, Shaley, happened to be there at the same time as she was, so that was great for her. Kenneth played with a Wii the whole time, so he was good to go too. I have to admit, the poses required (even in a beginner class) were sometimes difficult to maintain, primarily because of balance. I have the strength though, so it has potential. I don't think I'll ever get to the point that I want to put my elbows propped up and my knees on top of my elbows, but I have the satisfaction of knowing that I can do it. Yes, it is as complicated as it sounds. I found a picture of the pose for your viewing pleasure.

Tomorrow, we head to College Station for a couple of reasons. Elizabeth's family is moving, so we will create diversions for the kids all day. Also, my former choral conductor is having a surprise 20th-year-of-conducting gathering and I expect to see several former Women's Chorus members.

Rod's Twin

My friend Tiffani found a picture on someone else's blog that looks EXACTLY like Rod. I showed him and he agreed it was a match.

I wonder if we all have a "twin" in the world.

In Lieu Of...

In lieu of stories, here's a couple of photos of my sweet peas. Ken likes to do his funny face. Evelyn is sitting with some soccer friends.

Step It Up!

I officially really like the new Bravo reality show, "Step It Up!". Rod and I already have our favorite dancers...

Visit to Kerrville

A couple of weekends ago we visited Merle and Linda in Kerrville. They are still working on their house (along with a selective crew of workers) but they have a small cabin that they've been living in for quite a while now. It is fully functional and makes you question why we have become so dependent on large floor plans! Linda made a fabulous dinner, complete with homemade lemon pecan bread, which was a recipe I wrote down immediately. I'm definitely going to be baking some soon.

The other pic with my Mom is from when she visited us to see Kenneth in the school's talent show last weekend. We will be heading to College Station this Friday to see the Women's Chorus concert. I haven't seen a WC concert since '01. The kids will join us and they are looking forward to seeing me join the choir for the last song of the concert ("I Believe," sung in conjunction with Ave Maria), which is something that is done at every concert.

Mom, What If It Is a Turd?

I got a mean sunburn today. It was the one day of the soccer season that requires a lot more time than usual: the 2 normal games, but team and individual soccer pictures as well. To top it off, I volunteered for a 2-hour time slot to assist with the photo coordination. You may have no sympathy for me because of the volunteer aspect, but I keep most requests against our time at bay. Anyhow, it's a good thing I'm a calm person because so many are not. The forms that needed to be filled out for photos were complicated. I very much wish I'd saved a copy of the form so I could post an image of it and ask for comments on whether it was interpretable within 1 minute. I was berated a few times because parents couldn't figure the form out and talked to me as if I were with the photo company.

Kenneth spent the later part of the day mowing the yard and found what is probably a large acorn, but possibly a pecan. He brought it inside and washed it off then let Evelyn take a look. Evelyn was talking about how she was going to paint white lines on it to make it look like a football when Rod took notice and told her it was an owl turd. She dropped it on the spot but I could tell she still wanted to paint it. She came to me later and asked, "Mom, what if it is a turd? It would not be hard like this, right?" We've successfully gotten past the ruse.

Friday night, the school put on a talent show. Kenneth was in a skit with a few other boys called 'Sittin' on a Red Bench'. The premise is that a series of characters come out one at a time and sit next to each other on a red bench and lastly, a painter comes out with a red paint can; all the kids on the bench realize that they've sat on the wet paint. It was so funny and got a lot of laughs!