So I took the girls to a yoga class today at one of my fave kid spots in Manhattan, Karma Kids Yoga.

And at one point, the instructor says,

“Let’s all go over to the wall now and climb the wall with our feet. Dylan, have you ever done that before?”

“My mommy doesn’t let me put my feet on the wall because we just got the apartment painted and we’re having an open house,” Dylan responded.

Umm… what happened to my shy girl Dylan? Damn, she’s suddenly chatty.

Did she just out me as some kind of anti-yogi mommy dearest? (From what I hear, Joan Crawford actually had a real passion for Ashtanga yoga but you know, my sources are not rock solid on that.)

So after their baths, I decided to let loose and allow the girls to put their feet on the wall and do their half handstands.

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Oh yeah, I made sure it was our brick wall. I don’t need little footprints on my perfectly painted Mountain Peak walls (you know.. it’s the color “White” but they can’t call it that because it would seem lame and boring).

And because I want you briefed regularly on our Open House candle selection…

You know we tried the “Vanilla Citrus Blast” candle.

And then we got serious with the “Cinnamon Apple.”

And we’ve finally settled on a new scent called, “Hire A Broker Or Our Kids Will Never Have A Backyard.”

Yup, we decided to put this apartment selling thing in the hands of some professionals. Or at least a couple of guys who claim to know more than us.

And it’s March! OHmommy promised me this is the month to sell real estate. And I know a classy girl like that wouldn’t toy with my fragile emotions.

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