M&Ms and yoga

Two things I've learned so far today.

One, do NOT give your one-year old some leftover pink birthday M&Ms as a way to fill her tummy because she would not eat the quesadilla you made her for lunch.  She will turn into a screaming, whining mess and want nothing to do with anything that is not an M&M for the rest of the foreseeable future.

(In retrospect, this was a lesson I should've seen coming.  But oh, was I ever craving something sweet, and those were like a treasure found in the pantry, and anything I'm eating she wants to try, and for some reason my self thought, heck, why not?  I'll tell you why not.  Cookie Monster is given the name monster for a reason.  He's only in a good mood most of the time because he's eating sugar-laden cookies.)

And two, do NOT attempt to demonstrate yoga poses when you are 16 weeks pregnant.  My lower back is now screaming almost as loud as my one-year-old.  The only bonus to teaching today was that I felt the baby move.  I'd seen him/her demonstrating its acrobatic skills during our latest ultrasound and was like, wow, I can't feel THAT?! but now I can.

Gotta go -- the M&M monster is in need of some serious diversion.