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(The only thing better than coffee in bed? Coffee delivered to your bed…by your children.)

Hi D Moms friends. Kay Wyma here. I’m taking a bit of a detour from the norm for my post this week… It’s something from my sister-in-law Chris who lives in Georgia. They too decided to “stay-cation” for their spring break this year, and, inspired by our roller skating adventures, she and her neighbor took their kids to Alpharetta’s rendition of White Rock Skate. Needless to say, her experience was a tiny bit different than mine. While gliding the rink next to her visually impaired (that’s a different ahhhh-mazing story), she tripped and fell and shattered her ankle. Thankfully her neighbor is a nurse and kept calm until the ambulance arrived. Thankfully they live close to phenomenal health care. Hilariously, her 17-year-old son captured it all on his phone and instagrammed most of the experience — puffed up proud that he has a cool mom who skates with them. Or used to skate with them! (I’m not nearly so cool. I usually sit and watch.) And surprisingly the accident netted some rather awesome side effects.

Herewith a little inspiration from Chris for your reading pleasure.

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Almost two weeks ago I suffered a broken ankle. [sidebar: broken is an understatement. Her foot actually ended up facing the wrong way. 9 pins, 3 screws and 2 plates later, they’re thankful for an orthopedic surgeon that knew what he was doing!] Like Kay, I also grew up at Skate Whirl in Wichita Falls; but let’s just say … the skills that I once though I had are forever gone. The minute I fell, I knew that life as I have known it would be radically different for quite some time.

To say that I am a “doer” Is putting it mildly. I thrive on cooking for my family, educating our kids, keeping a cozy and clean house, rearranging furniture, vacuuming every other day, going to tennis matches, transporting here and there.

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The Spring/Summer issue of D Moms hit newsstands this week, and from Hail Merry’s lovely and smart founder Susan O’Brien on the cover to features devoted to stylish family travel, art-inspired fashion, and chic entertaining, it is chock full of all sorts of goodness (if I do say so myself).

You can peruse a smattering of articles from the issue here and then grab a copy locally at most grocery and book stores (or you can order one online).

Happy reading!

The positive vibes are strong at We Yogis. When I walked into their studio, which consists of clean white walls sparsely decorated  with local artwork, two spacious studios, and a kids play room, I immediately felt comfortable – which is a little strange coming from a self-proclaimed “yoga avoider.” It was their motto, “yoga for all,” that convinced me to give yoga another try at their studio. Could a non-yogi (read: incredibly inflexible non-athlete) like me learn to change her ways and pick up the practice? I took advantage of their introductory special (a weeks worth of all you can practice yoga classes for $20) to find out.

We Yogis takes their mantra of “Yoga for All” seriously. They offer over thirteen classes, making room for every member of your family in their practice. Pregnant? Try the Prenatal Yogis Class. An athlete? They have classes designed to stretch out your tense muscles. Have children? We Yogis offers child supervision during the majority of their classes, as well as yoga classes for your kiddos. Kids ages 4 to 8 can be enrolled in Lil Yogis classes, and for 9 to 13 year olds there’s Tween Yogis class.

I decided to try out the “Rockin Yogis” class (described on their website as “a rockin’ class (that) turns up the heat through an energetic vinyasa practice”) and the “Flexi Yogis” class that focuses on stretching for beginners (i.e. more my pace). I also found out what my adorable four-year-old friend, Jayne Rice, had to say about the Little Yogis class. Here’s how it went.

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(Photo by Elizabeth Lavin)

In the January/February issue of D Home, we profiled eight cool people creating all manner of hand-crafted goodness here in our fair city. Shay Ometz and her husband Jeff Barfoot were among the supremely talented artists, artisans, and designers featured. In addition to parenting two kiddos and working day jobs, the husband-and-wife duo also co-helm design and illustration company Bee Things, turning out, “art prints, posters, apparel, and products for the home, kiddos, and kids at heart.” Their designs have also been picked up by the likes of Land of Nod and Crate and Barrel.

Not surprisingly, they also boast a rather awesome abode filled with art, interesting objects, vintage finds, and books (oh my the books). Yep, we featured it too (January/February 2011 D Home). Check out more snaps of their home after the jump.

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Perfection is boring. It scares me. The people I want to spend time with the most are complicated, complex, messy. Flaws (if you will) make a person interesting. Of course this might just be me trying to justify my own highly flawed and messy existence, but I’m going with it. And I’m not alone. Our D Moms Daily contributor Kay Wyma is on board too. Here’s what she has to say on the matter.

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By Kay Wyma

“I probably had said too much, but what am I supposed to do?” I wondered aloud while munching on my amazing salad at the Nasher. “Live in a vacuum? … I can’t imagine that being healthy.”

“What’s going on?” my friend with whom I was lunching asked.

“One of our kids is struggling. Tough struggling. I’m sure most of it is just life – but he’s shredding my heart. I’m hurting – and wondering – and worrying – and trying – then messing up – then apologizing. I guess I’ve been trying to figure out if we’re okay… Figuring out aloud.”

“So – what’s wrong with that.”

“Well, I guess that’s where my friend who was listening to me decided to help by pointing out things I could do differently and telling me answers.” Pause… “It felt like she was dishing a load of judgment, not help. Then in all my suppressed-teen emotion, I sassed back at her, ‘Why don’t you come live my life and parent these kids yourself. I’m sure you can do a much better job than me! I’m guess I’m not perfect!.’ Then I changed the subject and did my best to get off the phone. I was pathetic.”

“Sounds like you’re the perfect mom.” My silence begged her to fill it. “You’re the perfect mom for that kid.”

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