We're back - with another post about the awesomness that is Philly!
We've had a lot going on recently with another move and the impending arrival of Charles Robert Lamm, so we've been more than negligent in keeping up this space fresh. But now that we're mostly settled in our new place we're ready to start writing again and we've got a lot we want to share with all of you.
But before we get into the serious stuff, the cycle of life and all that, we thought we'd start with a little piece in keeping with the initial purpose of this blog: all that is good about Philly.
But before we get into the serious stuff, the cycle of life and all that, we thought we'd start with a little piece in keeping with the initial purpose of this blog: all that is good about Philly.
We recently started researching birth preparation classes and found what looked to be a really nice one at a yoga studio near us that has a really good reputation, yogachild.net. Their website had all the standard stuff to make you feel good about signing up for their classes - soft colors, pictures of beautiful babies, serene mothers-to-be in hip workout gear, testimonials, the whole schliemel.
The only snag is that we can't make it to the first class of the six week course we want to take. So, before we signed up Gigi emailed them to see if it was okay if we missed the first class, or if there was a way we could do a private session to make up for the info we'd be missing out on. We never expected the response we got:
For those of you who aren't NFL fans, the Philadelphia Eagles are in the playoffs and they won the first game on the way to the Super Bowl last weekend. People here are nuts for the Eagles, as evidenced by the city bus marquees' flashing "Go Eagles," the MRI technicians who warned Spencer last year that they might leave him in the machine if they didn't finish with his MRI before the start of the first game of the season, and the fact that a prominent yoga studio considers the 3-4 defense more important than progressive tools for natural childbirth.
Needless to say, we signed up for the course immediately upon receipt of that email! We want our mindfulness yoga birth preparation to be all that it can be, but if a little bit of love for the "Iggles" creeps in, so much the better!
The only snag is that we can't make it to the first class of the six week course we want to take. So, before we signed up Gigi emailed them to see if it was okay if we missed the first class, or if there was a way we could do a private session to make up for the info we'd be missing out on. We never expected the response we got:
"You have lots of options regarding making up the first class. First of all, please know that if the Eagles end up playing that day, that Beth, who teaches the class that day will be planning on rescheduling that class anyway. We imagine most dads won't be that invested in birth preparation if the Eagles are playing. Besides, Beth is a HUGE fan."
For those of you who aren't NFL fans, the Philadelphia Eagles are in the playoffs and they won the first game on the way to the Super Bowl last weekend. People here are nuts for the Eagles, as evidenced by the city bus marquees' flashing "Go Eagles," the MRI technicians who warned Spencer last year that they might leave him in the machine if they didn't finish with his MRI before the start of the first game of the season, and the fact that a prominent yoga studio considers the 3-4 defense more important than progressive tools for natural childbirth.
Needless to say, we signed up for the course immediately upon receipt of that email! We want our mindfulness yoga birth preparation to be all that it can be, but if a little bit of love for the "Iggles" creeps in, so much the better!
For a second there, I thought you were talking about the band the Eagles. I had such great images of Yoga instructor Beth waving her lighter to "Hotel California." Or making you do Warrior 1 for minutes on end while listening to "Take it to the Limit."
"Take It To The Limit" has to be one of the best Eagles songs ever. I know GTB agrees with me on this.
Maybe that's what they'll play in the streets if the Iggles win the Super Bowl.