I remember the days when I used to leave my yoga class, hot pink mat in hand, covered in a nice yogi-glow and filled with a sense of calm and peace.
Now, I leave my yoga class, hot pink mat, baby pink blanket, diaper bag, handbag, car seat, snap n’ go in my overflowing hands, covered in some nice spit-up and filled with a sense of exhaustion.
Still, nothing beats looking down from my Downward Dog and seeing my baby beneath me, smiling and batting at my hair.
Now, that’s what I call a Happy Baby Pose.