Baby yoga

During Aidan's first few days he seemed to be doing a lot of mudras. He does them now during the night too, until he bangs his hand against the crib railings and wakes himself up. It's far from the calm which those who practice them for religious reasons seek to gain.

So Erin took him on his next step today, to baby yoga. They've already been to Baby Massage and The Big Scream so she thought that at 12 weeks he's ready for another big step.

On entering the class, both Aidan and Erin heard a woman yelling over house music. Aidan's eyes almost popped out of his head and his bottom lip lowered until his mum turned him away and entered the correct door they were supposed to go through, not the spinning class next door.

Erin was hoping for a bit of a workout but it was all about the baby. Aidan touched his right leg with his left arm, left leg with his right arm, did the running man, bicycle kicks, butterfly leg kicks, riding on a horse, and his favourite, going from The Superman to diving into a calm place on his mum's belly. Sounds dangerous to me but I'm reassured it was all controlled.

He's usually only up for an hour before he lets us know he needs to sleep. But the boy loves his yoga - he was there for going on 2.

When I got home he looked exhausted. And after a fun bath he cried when he had to get out, and cried in between drinking milk. He went to sleep very easily though. No mudras tonight. He's all swaddled up.