GETTING BACK TO BASICS: YOGI TOES

Thursday, March 4, 2010

YOGI TOES

Who says you can't push the gender stereotypes

...the boys were up for some
quality "girlie" time with me.

Attempting "downward facing dog"

...tongue out to make it more authentic.

...focusing on the breath..

...and some "spa" time.

4 comments:

GraceMarch 4, 2010 at 3:50 PM
cute blue toes. in some yoga poses you do stick the tongue out (lion's breath, I think it's called), so they're natural yogis:)
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JeanieMarch 4, 2010 at 8:41 PM
It looks like they have it all figured out. So cute!
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Joanna JenkinsMarch 5, 2010 at 1:13 PM
You just started my day with a great big smile!!!! What a happy post Marisa!

Give those cute kids and extra hug from me and enjoy the weekend.
jj
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LisaMarch 7, 2010 at 2:33 AM
Completely Adorable!
So in love with this post and the images!
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