Right off the Mid-Bay Bridge in Destin, Fl, any vacationer or local resident can be transported to Margaritaville in North Florida: live music, white-quartz sand, blue-green waters, a view of the Choctawhatchee Bay, “shrimp beginnin’ to boil,” and a refreshing cocktail. LuLu’s – where the food and atmosphere are each of an equal standard and do not disappoint: a more-than-satisfied palate, belly, and a family-fun feel with a splash of party. It’s a true southern seafood paradise where Ms. Lucy Buffet’s policy is they stay open until the last customer is ready to go home, whether that’s midnight or later.
In the nine months we’ve lived here, we have heard about LuLu’s and have been meaning to check it out. It has an amazing reputation as an establishment, not to mention that it’s Jimmy Buffet’s sister’s restaurant – Lucy “LuLu” Buffet, so we knew it would be good food and good fun.
At the front of house, there is a gift shop to the left, full of LuLu’s merchandise with a side of all things Florida/tropical – not the cheezy stuff one sees at the standard Florida souvenier shop, but cute paraphanaila one may actually want to purchase – even the Florida local. The hostess counter is dead-center, and the bar is to the right. The restaurant is indoors with a large porch/covered outdoor seating area right on a beach, which has plenty of games and entertainment for kids or kids-at-heart.
The seafood is wonderful, and the smoked tuna dip is the best I’ve ever had. No oysters on the half-shell or snow crab, here, however. It’s more of the southern seafood style: food prepped grilled, blackened, or fried. As a seafood lover, I feel compelled to make that distinction about the menu as I always want oysters steamed or raw (in the appropriate time of year) or snow crab! The kid’s menu is reasonably priced and has a wide array of foods fit for a young palate, including two of my toddler son’s favorites: mac & cheese and grilled cheese. The mac & cheese is homemade and is scrumptious – like what my grandmother made! It is not a boxed store brand, which is always so disappointing to see on a menu.
We had dinner last Saturday night, and we saw boats anchored off the beach. We confirmed with staff that we could drive up in our boat, drop anchor, and come enjoy all LuLu’s has to offer. We have several places we like to go boating, and we always look for a beach or shallow area where we can get Mac out so that he can play.
Since season has been in full force, we have avoided going to our normal places when we boat on weekends. We tend to go on shorter trips in the bay to avoid seasonal traffic on 98, and we were thrilled to find that LuLu’s is boat friendly. So, the next day, we went on our “Sunday drive” and took the boat the thirty minutes over to LuLu’s, anchored up, set up the floating island, and played. We went in and got lunch for McCarty, and APG and I split an appetizer. It was the perfect blend of beautiful sunshine, delicious food, refreshing drinks, fun live music (again), and the perfect company on the bay side of Destin.
Wake me up before you go, go because I’m going to arise and win! Last night we were maniacs, maniacs on the floor and wild in the streets and went to bed singing drunken lullabies, but it’s good morning, Baltimore because here comes the sun burining like the eye of the tiger and it’s time to get physical, physical. We can’t stop the beat on our way to vacation – it’s all I ever wanted! Time for our surfin’ safari (yeah-oooo), surfin’ safari and we load our boards on top of Greased Lightnin’ and head to destiny – it’s calling me and it opens up my eager eyes to the reality that at 6:00 a.m., we’re the kings of Kilburn High. And, please, don’t you…forget about me. Don’t, don’t, don’t, don’t….
“Music expresses that which cannot be said and on which it is impossible to be silent.” ~ Victor Hugo
Where on this beautiful, green and blue planet was my Nano iPod? Ten years ago, this thing was hot! I knew I was on the cutting edge of music devices because I had asked experts of technology the question: “I need an ipod music thingy to play my music when I run. What should I get?”
“The NANO!” Some of my high school students nearly jumped out of their seats to advise me and sell me on why it was the best and why I should get it and what its features were and who had one and who was getting one because that’s what darling, young rays of sunshine – teenage high schoolers – do whenever their English teacher asks an off-topic question…or when there is a fly or any sort of insect in the room.
Recently, after my husband had resurrected my Nano that I thought was dead – by plugging it in and charging it – I lost it. Couldn’t find it anywhere. And I needed it to start my, ahem, interval training…on the elliptical. I only have 12 pounds I want to knock off. Twelve. That’s all. Fifteen wouldn’t be bad, either. But twelve – that has been my goal. I needed that ipod with that playlist.
Videos have been boring me to death. Yoga is awesome, but I needed cardio. Lower back issues keep me from running. So I am going hard-core, man. The elliptical.
“Shock your body,” APG, my hubby, tells me. “Go down to the gym and run-”
“Glide. On the elliptical. Interval training.
Awesome. Great idea. Where is my Ipod? I need it to get started on this.
I am a first time iPhone user and haven’t loaded any music onto the phone, yet, so while on the elliptical, searching my YouTube app for running playlists, I was thoroughly unmotivated by bland, boring electronic music. Seriously? I already agree with Fat Amy – I am all about the horizontal running. (Check out the Anna Kendrick flick Pitch Perfect if you’ve been living under a rock the last eight years.)
I mean, who wants to do cardio? I don’t like the during, but I love the after. I want to be fit, not skinny. I want to keep up with my kid. I want to hike, surf, paddle board, and kayak. But, I don’t “like” cardio, lemme tell ya. And the monotonous hum of that electronic music was not for me. I needed my playlist to get going again! Next, I searched 80s/90s running playlist. First song up: “Whip it Good.” Okay…um…no.
I tried to watch the tickertape on the tv. The news. Instead of good music, I listened to the sound of my own breathing. I was approaching the 10 minute mark. Time to kick it up a notch. How was I going to get through 40 minutes?
Then it hit me: Fun music? Upbeat music? Soundtracks: movies and musicals! One YouTube search later, and I was pumping my arms and gliding along like a champ listening to the Riff Off and the finale from the first Pitch Perfect movie. Soon I was singing “Good Morning Baltimore and You Can’t Stop the Beat with Tracy Turnbald in Hairspray, Abba’s tunes in Mama Mia, and Anna Kendrick and Justin Timberlake from Trolls. No, not out loud. But I wanted to sing like I was center stage on Broadway. I refrained.
I soared through that first day, and I’ve been going ever since for the last few weeks. As with exercise or any goal you really want to accomplish, so much of it is mental. There was a time when I could kill a cardio workout without music during my running years. But boy! Having your jams to kick your booty in gear sure does help especially when your incorporating a different form of cardio again into your workout.
So, whatever that thing is that is preventing you from meeting your health and fitness goals, pump up your playlist and get going. Whether it’s running or walking inside or outside, working out in front of your tv at home, or hitting those weights or machines in the gym, find your rhythm and get your move on.
Oh, and my Nano did turn up. APG found it for me in our cube stereo. I would’ve never looked for it there. So, time to update that little gem and enjoy my old favorites!
So, how does this forty year old mother of a very active toddler fully regain her sense of adventure, and in essence, who she is?
I have always been an optimistic person. However, after a decade and a half of loved ones dying, including one concentrated year of the passing of three very important people, my father, my aunt, and my mother-in-law, followed by the passing of a favorite uncle, caution and worry has come to overshadow fearlessness and excitement. Fear came into my life, complete with shiny white fangs and gnarly, pointed horns, growling and hissing words like: Cancer, Alzheimer’s, Heart Disease, Pulmonary Embolism, Chemotherapy; personally, with pregnancy, Gestational Diabetes and Cesarean Section. Throughout the years, fear has chipped away at my sense of “I can do and be anything,” and that is hard for me to admit! Even while writing this, a part of me is still in lotus land going – you are still an adventurer, an explorer, a positive person, and you have lost none of that!
But, my friends, part of the true adventure is admitting when the sense of adventure has started to fade away like watercolor, and then grabbing a paintbrush of bold oils and creating a beautiful new work on a blank canvas.
There is a part of me, especially after becoming a mom, that has become so cautionary that I hate coffee tables, corners, and anything with a sharp edge at the height of my son’s head. I try to sit back and not hover, and I think I have done a fairly good job of not being the dreaded “helicopter parent,” especially as a first time mom. I admit it – while my son knows his boundaries – when Mac runs full speed down the sidewalk to the curb’s edge, right to the edge, I have to restrain from shouting out, “stop,” or more likely, “be careful.” Guess what? He always stops. I don’t have to remind him. Finding balance between hovering and letting go is something I think most parents can relate to. It can be tough. And I see so much of myself in my son: I can hear my mom’s amazement that I was always “right on the edge of everything,” and I know her anxiety. But she trusted me and gave me room to be me, and I am determined to do that for my son, too.
To do that, I have to find a part of myself that has been tempered and muted: my gypsy soul, if you will. Yes, I just said that. The adventurer and explorer. I have a feeling she’s right where I left her, twenty years ago…even just four years ago.
My dad used to depart from his friends by shouting out, “Be Careless,” instead of “Be Careful,” and it always got a laugh. I didn’t hear him say that as often until after he had fought cancer for years. He may have said this phrase earlier in his life, but I never heard it much till towards the end. That’s significant. He, like many, in arguably the most challenging part of his life, found laughter, fun, and adventure. Even in a phrase.
So, with a little less care, and filling the glass half full of lemonade, I have started to regain who I am and laugh in the face of fear by doing things that are full of adventure, and doing them with my son!
Mac, who can climb up ladders like a boss, but going down is a different story. At the top of the ladder, he has been nervous like a kitten in a tree. However, he decided the other day that he could climb back down with my help. Finally! And it was on a tall ladder at the top of a tree house that he made that decision. Yesterday, I was invited to paddle board while with friends, recently. It was in the morning before work, and my husband was at the office. I jumped on my friend’s paddle board for a quick ocean ride after assuring Mac he could watch me and would be fine with our dear friends whom he knows very well. He was fine and even sat on the paddle board after I returned from my short jaunt; this is huge, considering his newfound understanding of sharks, stingrays, and jellyfish: all the big bads in the water. We have a beach camping trip we are planning – our first time camping with Mac. We’ll be roughing it on a small island, but with all the accommodations of a true glamping experience. 😉 May wanderlust and exploration abound.
I have firmly reset my adventure compass to find that girl from twenty years ago, from four years ago, and with a little luck and a sprinkling of fairie dust, I’ll morph into a healthy combination of the three.
What about you? Have the difficulties in life dampened your spirit of adventure? What healthy ways do you keep a positive attitude?
We love this park! It’s off 98 in Santa Rosa Beach, right near 30A, and the playground is well-designed.
I have written about two other playgrounds that we frequent in the Destin area. This one is not as visible. When I first heard about it, I knew it would be good because when I asked a 6 year old on our neighborhood playground the location of other playgrounds nearby, he told me about it.
There is a toddler section of the playground that is completely shaded. Much of the playground is shaded, offering respite from the bright sun.
Across the playground is a larger structure, complete with rock walls, ladders, slides, and bridges. It is nice because when toddlers graduate to this side of the park, the structure is built for various developmental stages and stimulates different levels of growth.
The swings, rope tower, and see-saws keep the kiddos moving. My son never tires of this park, and it is our favorite.
The park also has a picnic area and bathrooms that are kept clean, so it’s perfect to bring lunch, snack, or to plan a child’s birthday celebration.
One of the best features is the splash pad. As most splash pads, it only runs when it’s warm. This park is wonderful for a morning, or afternoon, of playground time and then a cool-off in the splash pad.
I started surfing when I was 30 years old on the East Coast of Florida, Cocoa Beach. I was living in Orlando, 45 minutes from Cocoa Beach, single, and ready to take charge of my life in a brand new way after some personal discoveries. Surfing had been a lifelong dream and taking action was a result of inner change.
For the first time in my life, I now live two minutes from the beach. Two minutes! I still can’t believe it. It’s the result of ten years of hard work and sacrifice by my husband. I am thrilled to live closer to the water, knowing I have more of an opportunity to play on the water. Before we moved over here, I figured I’d get to surf occasionally, when there was a storm in the gulf. In the meantime, I’d learn to paddle board, and I’d body board, play and swim. It’s the ocean – my place of peace on this earth.
My dad grew up in Tallahassee, and I used to hear him tell stories of surfing in the ’60s on the gulf coast. It was always fascinating to me – a dream world of adventure and fun. There was the most exciting story about a shark. Dad was out surfing, and all of a sudden all of his buddies on shore were jumping around and waving at him to come in. He turned and saw the shark and never paddled so hard in his life to get into shore. We talked about surfing together, but being two hours away from the nearest surf spot before the internet existed made surfing more difficult. Dad taught me how to swim and how to body surf and ride waves; he gave me a strong foundation. He also was thrilled when I started surfing. Unfortunately, he only saw me surf on video since he was in the last years of fighting cancer and we lived 4 hours from each other. That video was of me surfing waves at Big Island, Hawaii. Pretty epic.
Thanks to my friend, Cliff Millender, I surfed the panhandle gulf years before I moved here, but it was when I came up from Orlando and a bunch of us piled in the car and drove together from Tallahassee. The first time I surfed the gulf, it was different surf than East Coast and what I was used to. The waves were more mush than even the east coast. Cliff’s so good, he got barreled several times because he’d been surfing for 12 years or more at the time and got outside to the cleaner waves. I’d been surfing less than a year, then, and I was happy to ride the wash.
A beautiful thing: living here, having the ability to view the beach daily, I know how wrong I was. Again. This place has frequent and decent surf, and I don’t have to wait for storms. With the jetties around, there is almost always a place to catch a wave.
So, if you love to surf and you want to make your home in a beautiful area of the country, don’t forget about Florida’s gulf coast. Pristine, crystal water, friendly folks, and nice waves.
Located in the Grand Sandestin Golf and Beach Resort, The Village of Baytowne Warf is the hub for fun, family-friendly activities. Our first holiday and third day after we moved here, October 31st, we put on our Winnie the Pooh and friends costumes and went to the Halloween festival for a reprieve from moving and boxes, and we had a blast! Each holiday, the Village is brightly and beautifully adorned. We have enjoyed celebrations and parades there since. Most events are family-friendly and free. If you are a new resident or are vacationing, here is a link to the Village’s calendar of events.
When you enter Grand Sandestin Golf community you’ll need to ask for a parking pass to Baytowne Warf at the gate. The playground here is an adventure of activity from toddlers to ten year olds, and the occasional big kid, like yours truly. The red and white lighthouse stands as a beacon: the promise of curiosity and fun for the energetic child.
Nautical themed in structure and decor, the playground inspires the imagination of swimming underwater with sea creatures to climbing into the lighthouse as a keeper or sailor.
Safe! I love how this playground is built and how safe it is, especially for the young and adventurous toddler. Many taller structures make me a little nervous as Mac is a daredevil (karma sucks) since so many of them tend to have wide open gaps at the tops of ladders and rock walls. Here, Mac can walk up the wide steps to the lighthouse tower and go down the slide without encountering those high gaps. Climbing ladders is a skill he has acquired but isn’t totally comfortable with, especially if the ladder is high. Here, I feel confident he can practice that new skill with 4 or 5 rung ladders within small passages.
The higher walls can limit visibility, so while I feel the structure is safer than many, to keep an eye on Mac on some parts of the playground, I am usually right behind him on the otherwise hard-to-see places; it makes me feel a little like a helicopter parent. That’s really the only downside I’ve found to this playground. Darn, I get to climb and play with my kiddo. That’s tough. 😉
Half the playground is lower and spread out, structured for blossoming toddlers. The mulch is rubber from recycled tires. There are only two swings – a baby swing and a chair swing. The tunnel, slide, and climbing stairs are great for little legs.
Next door is an ice cream shop which is nice for a fun post-playground treat. Also, around the back of the ice cream shop are the nearest public restrooms.
If it’s near lunch, The Baytowne Melt is across from the playground, and offers a variety of grilled cheese sandwiches. It’s a convenient and inexpensive lunch, especially for the little ones. Grilled cheese sandwiches are Mac’s favorite.
There are plenty of other fun activities at Baytowne Warf, including an arcade, putt putt, a shooting gallery, ropes course, rock wall, a bungee trampoline thingy, and my son’s favorite – a carousel complete with horses and other fantastic creatures. One of the best features is a simple green grassy hill in front of the stage, by the fountain where children can run, run, run!
Don’t miss a tour of the impressive marina just a short walk from the playground. You’ll find a few, fun tree houses along the way. My husband was very impressed when he saw a Nordhaven docked on our first visit. There are several restaurants to satisfy your taste, including places with seafood, pizza, sushi, and wings. Do you like dualing pianos? Check out Rum Runners. Want a little late-night fun? Stay past 10 pm for this sweet beach town’s local nightlife. It’s fun, yet low key, and the area is clean and safe.
Baytowne Warf is full of entertainment for kids, and adults. I recommend adding it to your rotation of Destin activities, whether you’re a local or a visitor.
When I moved to the Destin area, I was thrust into a temporary stay-at-home mom life. My busy two-year old needed outside time and playgrounds and kids…and I needed adults. I searched online in the Destin area playgrounds and didn’t find much. I asked neighbors and explored and found great playgrounds, which were a life-saver. This is the first review of my playground series for the primary playgrounds in my rotation for those new to the area and those visiting on vacation.
If you are new to the Destin area or you are visiting and need a fun, physical outlet for your kiddos, the playground at Destin Commons is fantastic. From a 2 year old’s perspective, everything is happy pirate and nautical. Mac loves the colorful pink and yellow ray he calls Mr. Ray, from the movie Finding Nemo, the boat because…it’s a boat, and the cannonball pile from which he thankfully still has not jumped off the very top. I keep waiting for that one.
The playground equipment is typical of what one sees at many malls these days: soft foam sculpted structures that are bright and colorful. The ground is padded as well. Pirate and nautical themed benches surround the border of the playground and there is a clear view of all play structures – very open.
Mac was able to handle most playground equipment at the Destin Commons playground very well, so I have been able to sit, watch, and relax and not have to follow him around. It’s nice for quieter days after there’s been a lot of activity and we need a day to recoup, yet he still needs entertainment and activity.
If you’re visiting and want to go to a movie, there is an AMC directly across from the playground. A children’s train runs most weekends, and tickets are $4, although that may have changed during season. There are plenty of stores to tempt: Pandora, Brighton, Sunglasses World, Sephora, H&M, Guess, Hollister, Build- A-Bear Workshop, Bass Pro. It’s an outdoor mall, so there is an abundance of shopping, including some adorable boutiques. You can visit the Destin Commons website here.
We moved here in October. Leave it to us to move to some of the most beautiful beaches in the world and not be able to go in the water because of cooler weather. Yes, this is north Florida and temps can get into the teens. We love the water and often say we would live in the ocean if we could. Despite the colder weather, we did log in plenty of beach time on a few of the rogue, warmer days.
When the weather is rough, we loved going to visit Bass Pro, let Mac climb in and out of boats and on the side-by-sides, and dream of future warmer days. (Please always attend your child if they’re on any equipment for their safety, and to teach them to respect property.) Mac loves to see the fish – they have an enormous Grouper he loves, a huge Red, and three Jacks. There is a cool doamed window kids can sit in and feel like they’re in the water with the fish. Bass Pro in Destin Commons is two-story wonderland of fishing, hunting, and camping goods and other outdoorsy merchandise. We like to visit the playground when the weather permits, and then we may stop at El Jalisco for lunch, but that’s when we’re there in a weekend family outing.
Last week we had more warm weather after a cold front had passed through. When I took Mac to Destin Commons, We approached the playground and I heard it before I saw it: water! The splash pad was up and running! It’s spring break, so tourist season is in full swing. I knew he wouldn’t leave dry. I had no bathing suit for Mac and no towel in the car. Hadn’t I figured that out by now? Toddler life in a beach town? Have bathing suit, have towel, will travel? Come on, now, Janie.
My kid. After I told him we would go to the playground, first, and then maybe the splash pad, he agreed and ran to the playground. He played for ten minutes- maybe fifteen. I had my eyes on him the entire time, and I saw it. The stop, the little blond head turned toward that rushing water, and he darted to the water. All I wanted to do was remove the shoes and socks for which I had no replacements! Like a slow-mo action sequence in an action film, and I bolted after him…the shoes! Take off the shoes! I jumped from the bench, leaped across the playground, dodged children, yelling his name. Did I actually think I would catch him? We had other errands to run and planned on meeting my husband, Mac’s daddy, “AP” for lunch. I did have a spare change of clothes and a pair of his sweatpants, which substituted for a towel.
He had a blast, of course. A dozen or so other children were politely playing on the playground. My child was chasing the sprouts of water, soaked through, head to toe, having the time of his life. We later went about our errands and lunch, and he got carried everywhere. I now have a spare pair of flip flops in his clothes bag.
If you visit the playground during the spring and summer months, be prepared for spontaneous water escapades and enjoy.
Saturday, the water at Dune Allan Beach here on 30a looked like northern lights had infiltrated the water. The array of colbalt, aqua, green, and blue appeared absolutely majestic. The sandbars that rose in two stripes of pale terquoise gave a lighter end of the blue spectrum and a place on which to stand and observe the surroundings. On the first sandbar, we clearly saw a sting ray swimming about seven feet from us. Once I pointed it out, crowds on the beach came to observe.
The water has been rather chilly, especially since we had a cold front pass through last week. I don’t mind getting in, however, especially when the sun is out. I have spent my life swimming in the natural springs of north Florida, and I’ve surfed the Atlantic in cooler months, so I am used to the colder temperatures. Come late summer, some days the gulf is so warm, I prefer swimming pools, cooler, spring-fed rivers, and boating farther out in the gulf.
While we were relaxing and playing on the beach, a man who as about our parents’ ages came off the water with his paddle board. We asked how his session was, and after chatting for a few minutes about boarding – paddle, surf, and the beach in general – he offered us the opportunity to try out his board. I have known I wanted to give paddle boarding a try, especially after watching paddle boarders catch some nice rides. My husband insisted I go, so I did. I don’t know why I was surprised our new friend, Dave, who was down from Tuscaloosa, AL for the weekend, offered up his paddle board, but I was. It was good old fashioned southern hospitality and the surf sharing culture in action.
Strapping on the leash, guiding the board out onto the water, parallel to me and perpendicular to the shore, I felt right at home. I hopped up on the board, but stayed on my knees. The paddle – the inverted side is not the side that pushes the water. It’s contrary to what one might think.
Kayaking and surfing all in one! Brilliant. With my years of kayaking our rivers back home- I paddled out well. The boarding differences were another challenge. Okay – can’t lie down because you have the paddle; control with your core and legs while kneeling but not while lying down; paddle and don’t run into those kids!; don’t stand up because it’s choppy and you have your prescription sunglasses on- can’t lose those.
An audible, “I’ve got this. I can do this,” sent out to the vast blue stretching in front of me. Nothing but ocean. I was alone. Isolated. In no time, I was on the second sandbar, my destination. It was fast! Easy compared to paddling on a surfboard through wash and chop.
Before I moved to Santa Rosa Beach, paddle boarding seemed boring. Dullsville. Why work for no fun? No waves? In surfing, your willing to kill yourself paddling out to soar back in on a killer ride. Who wanted to paddle flat water, endlessly?
I figured I’d give it a try…sometime. When there weren’t waves. SUP yoga looked like a fun challenge. But, in general, paddle boarding looked tame.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
On the way back in, I felt a few lilts of the board. It was nice – not a crazy rush, but fun. I will be able to catch waves one paddle board here on the gulf on a quiet day. The clarity of the water and view of the ocean and shore while moving slowly over the water is spectacular. Paddle board stoke, baby! I have it! Really…I know I sound cheesy, but who cares.
The coolest thing about boarding and kayaking – you can get to places in nature you never could by foot or boat. I have always said that about kayaking, and I see it with paddle boarding. I am looking forward to exploring some of the freshwater rivers and gorgeous and rare tidal pools unique to this area.
I have a lifelong love affair with water and nature. I am so glad my husband and son do, too. It makes the Florida life so much better, after all. I’m happy to add paddle boarding to my water exploration.
I admit, I am new to yoga even though I’ve been doing yoga for years.
I’ve been “doing” yoga…not “practicing;” thus, I am a newbie, a rookie.
While I have enjoyed yoga in my life as a yummy workout, complete with all things a childhood ballet dancer and cheerleader holds dear: stretching, lifting, balance, strength, movement, I haven’t begun to grasp the benefits of the deeper side of yoga until lately.
Yoga, and my physical therapist, saved my back. I am able to run and play with my two year old, I feel amazing, and I don’t wake up in pain. I had days where I wondered if I would ever be able to surf again.
I’ve met some amazing new friends in my recent move, and one of them teaches Stand Up Paddleboard Yoga. When I learned that, I was like, “Hell yeah! I’m in!”
And then I realized, “Oh, yeah. I’ve got serious work to do to get in shape for that!” Truly, I don’t. Since I have a basic foundation, I have since learned that I can enjoy practicing SUP yoga.
My SUP Yogi friend, who is also a life coach and photographer, Lindsay Havlicek Bell, who can do scorpions and all kinds of fun tricks that I want to learn to do…someday, during a casual conversation about Yoga a few months ago while chasing our toddler sons, asked how often I “practiced” yoga.
Practiced? Well, I “do” yoga a few times a week, when I’m working out, when I’m not unboxing a house and chasing my 2 year old. I hadn’t done yoga in a while, and I have never “practiced” yoga.
What is “practicing” yoga? What makes someone a “yogi” and how on earth can someone go from “doing” yoga casually, like me, to doing a handstand and curving your back so that your toes touch your head? I mean, I’m flexible, but I am not a contortionist! And, I don’t know if I’ll ever truly get to that level, but I believe yoga is more about the journey than the destination. So, with full curiosity and thirst for knowledge, I did what any 40 year old wife and mother who has no time to go out to a yoga studio would do: searched YouTube.
And there I discovered delightful and quirky yogi, Adriene. Yoga with Adriene has over 2 million subscribers.
I started Adriene’s 31 Day Yoga Revolution #yogarevolution. I wanted something to encourage the journey of yoga and to learn from a true yogi. I didn’t want yoga for weight loss or hot yoga. I’ve done that. Race in, roll out the mat, enjoy the breathing and stretching. At the beginning of a class, I’m as tight as a coil, and afterwards I’m gumby. It’s awesome! But I knew there was more.
Adriene’s 31 Day Yoga Revolution has a theme for each day. Day 1: Practice Ease
Lesson one: how you are on the mat is how you are off the mat.
And, boy, was I distracted.
While practicing, ideas were flying through my mind: I’ll blog this experience – how often will I write? daily? weekly? writing…need to get up earlier every single day…need to finish my calendar, organize my to-do list for the day, week, month, year! I need to finish the dishes, fold that pile of laundry, get materials together for Mac’s learning time, and on and on. I was so distracted on the mat as I had been in life off the mat.
Day 2: Practice with Intention; off the mat? Live with intention. While in the transition of setting up house in a new town, getting used to a new life, looking for jobs, making new friends, starting a new business, and working at home taking care of my toddler, it’s easy to feel pulled and stretched like saltwater taffy. Intention was exactly what I needed both on and off the mat.
The immediate days following consist of the following themes: Honor your practice; PRANA Practice; Practice Rhythm; Attention (And Abs) Practice; Stability Practice, etc.
Themes of yoga practice spill over into daily life. I have received more from this practice than any class or other DVD yoga practice as I don’t feel rushed. I don’t feel the need to burn a certain amount of calories during a session. I don’t care about how I look other than proper posture.
Also, I have really focused on listening to Adriene as she instructs as opposed to watching what she is doing. I anticipate less. I need to anticipate less in life, as well. I find much of my practical daily life and even my faith is more focused. I hear better. I anticipate less. I wait. I steadily do what I know I should, and I move through my practice, as well as my day, taking everything as it comes. This is huge for me. I am a problem solver. My family and I joke that sometimes I try and solve problems that don’t even exist, yet. I anticipate potential outcomes and try and plan to avoid potential disasters or problems. That isn’t bad on a small scale, occasionally, but it can be a hinderance to living because that isn’t living in the present moment – the now.
Your time on the mat reflects your time off the mat. Listen, don’t anticipate. Don’t worry about what is coming next, but remain in the present. Learn. Enjoy the journey.
Two weeks out – the entire experience was a great success. I highly recommend this method. Knock it out and you’re home-free…diaper-free…pull-up free…wipe-free…no. Never wipe free. Wipes are gold – useful for so much more than little bottoms.
That being said, here’s the worst:
The first big disaster: I think this was day four or five when Mac was sitting on our loveseat and I asked him if he had to potty and he said no. He was watching a show and he peed on the loveseat. This is a piece of furniture that was given to us by good friends who moved cross country and have three children, two grown. She knows her stuff. It’s an older loveseat/small sofa with a couch cover, and the cushions are brilliantly wrapped in plastic. Thank God she is a smart mama!
Scene straight out of classic chaotic mom movie: naked toddler, toys scattered, couch cover stripped and in the washer; couch cushions unzipped and waiting to go in washer; plastic-covered foam couch cushions on floor; clean red blanket ready to be wrapped on top of cushions to sit on because – oh yeah! – we had company in a half hour to watch the FSU basketball game.
And did I mention the other pile of sheets and bed cover waiting to go into the washer with the couch cushions because there was a nap-time accident (one of three since all this started). Dog running around. Kitten bouncing overhead. Full-on family circus mass hysteria! Cue husband entry through the front door. He hugs me, assesses the situation, and directly makes me a lovely martini. (I am not a big drinker, especially when I am in full-on mommy mode, but I relished the cocktail.) Good man. And our company was our good buddy who would get a kick out of everything…so no pressure there. At that point, I was no longer concerned. No Shirt, No Shoes, No Pants, No Problems over here in Potty – Training Land! Ok. for the little guy only, please.
That’s the worst it got. So, in the beginning, there was a mommy…
As I researched this and talked to others, I heard day one was the hardest. Of course my craziest was well after the initial three days. But, I was ready! I had the potty we have been using with us in the living room since that’s where we spend most of our time. However, when we played in his room, and I moved the potty in there, he had a problem with it. I understand. Who wants a potty near their bed…unless you live in the medieval or renaissance periods. We had our coloring books, movies, toys all lined up. We had watched the potty training video and started each day with it. I was prepped with Reece’s Pieces and marshmallows, and gummy bears as treats. (Let me state here that I did not, and still do not, discipline if he has an accident. This is a learning process and it takes patience.)
Day One: I had braced myself for potty training hell. He made it to the potty all day except twice, and those were just wet accidents, and he was dry all through nap and that night! I woke up at 2 am to take him to the potty. He went. After washing hands and everything, he went right back to bed. It was a breeze.
I dressed him in an over-sized t-shirt as recommended. Be sure to tie at the waist with a belt or sash. I used a bathrobe belt. It worked for the first day and a half. Then he was over it.
Dare I hope? That was the bad day?
Day Two: He did everything right away in the potty that morning. Seriously? Another good day except a wet bed through nap. The long t-shirt came in useful because it catches…things. We had one incident where we made it to the potty, but barely, so I recommend the long t-shirt thing. That night, I woke up in the middle of the night, and he had a complete meltdown. He did not want to go potty…tears…the works.
Right here, let me say this: listen to your kid. Yes, you need to sit them on the potty to try, and you may need to say something like, “If you go, you’ll get marshmallows,” but if they are full-on rejecting it, crying or bucking, like the song says, let it go! Return when things calm down.
So, I put him back to bed. What’s the worst that would happen? I’d have to wash sheets and give him a bath. Big deal. We all went back to sleep, and he stayed dry all night!
Day Three: Last day! He had no accidents and went in the potty all day! Overall, the initial three days went well. We have recently moved into a two bedroom apt. when we moved to the Destin area – downsized greatly from a 3/2 and full garage of stuff. We don’t have much space. We have carpet (we prefer tile and wood floors). I have read some people in our situation camped out in a tiled area for the three days. That’s fine if you’re willing to do it. I was not. That may work better for an 18 month old, but my 26 month old is way too active. I have a fantastic carpet cleaner and our sanity was worth more than having to clean up a few messes.
Day 4 and After: It has been interesting on occasion. The three days worked. On day three, after my husband got home from work and we were talking, Mac ran to the bathroom and yelled, “I going pee-pee! I going pee-pee!” So, he felt he had to go and went.
You’re supposed to leave your child in only pants for one month – three months after the initial 3 day training. Basically, never put them in underwear because they are so used to the feeling of a diaper or pull-up that they mistake the underwear for a diaper or pull-up and can regress to going in their underwear. I get that. Makes sense. However, because Mac took to it so well, I was willing to try wearing nothing under pants for a few days as we slowly started to venture out. I put the little potty in his radio flyer wagon, and we walked to our playground in our complex. We were so happy to get out! We only stayed out for a short period, and I asked if he needed to potty. He said no. And he didn’t. He went when we came back inside.
As soon as we really left the house to go out, the underwear came on. Baby steps out the door…baby steps to the car…baby steps to the car seat…. I was not going to take him to the playground or anywhere with no underwear on. Again – maintain sanity. Also, Mac was doing well, and I didn’t think he’d regress. It’s totally your call because you know your kid. Know we did no underwear at the house for a week after and now he wears underwear and is doing fine.
When is your child ready? I understand when your child pays attention to the potty, wants to be out of diapers, and shows interest in watching you go potty, that’s the time to start. This intensive method is recommended for children 18 months and up. Mac had trained some before our move. When he ran to the potty once a few weeks ago to go #2 in the potty, I decided to go for it. I am glad I did!
Two tips: Take your child shopping to pick out his or her first underwear and make a big deal! That is the prize, not the candy or treats or stickers along the way, but to wear big boy or big girl underwear (like mommy and daddy). Also, choose one or two books to keep by the potty so that your child will sit and wait on #2. I use small, hard-page books for easy cleaning with a Clorox wipe. Teach that it can take a little while for that to come, and even if your child goes once, to sit and be sure there is no more coming. That second tip came from my former day-care director. She’s a pro, and I listen to those who know! This has helped us.
Good Luck! Comment below and let me know how your experience is going. Have any tips for readers? Please share.