I Saw Your Yoga

Ivy: “Mom! I saw your yoga!”

I am confused.

I don’t do yoga.

I’m not sure that I have “a yoga.”

I’m not sure what “a yoga” would be.

I ask for clarification.

I get none.

After a long circular conversation Ivy sighs with exasperation and goes to show me “my yoga.”

We find it on the bookshelf.baby gargoyle

The bookshelf, which I might add, goes floor to ceiling, has enough room for all my books and my baby gargoyle.

The unpacking is coming along.

Slowly but surely it’s coming along!

4 comments on “I Saw Your Yoga

  1. Jenny says:

    I almost woke everyone up laughing so hard. I can’t wait to see the floor to ceiling bookcase!

  2. Becky says:

    Yes! LONG circular conversations! I’ve had a few of those recently! 🙂 I feel kins of like a fly on the wall in your house when I read your posts! I love them! Not flies…but your stories! 🙂

  3. Becky says:

    I mean…”kind of”….but you probably figured that out! 🙂 (Don’t you just hate it when you push the enter button before you’re ready?!)

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