family

Be a Gardener

Posted on 5th October 2016 at 10:54 am by Yoga Leggs / Amanda, Blog, Change, Children, family, school / 0

Recently in my home there has been change and fairly big decision making to be done. Having four children rapidly growing before my eyes and an entrepreneurial other half; I’m relatively go with the flow. Sometimes I feel like the farmer in the Zen tale of life’s ups and downs….

Would you let me see beneath your perfect?

Posted on 9th September 2016 at 6:26 pm by Yoga Leggs / Amanda, Blog, Buddha, family, Holiday, meditation, mumpreneur / 0

Car journeys can often and quite regularly are the cause of much tension, arguments and even violence in our rather large household. I am not talking road rage here. No. I’m referring to what chaos ensues inside the vehicle when our six personalities embark on a road trip together. The…

We’re building a brand, we’re always busy

Posted on 28th July 2016 at 11:14 am by Yoga Leggs / Birthday, Business, family, friendship, mumpreneur, pregnancy, yoga pants / 0

So July 28th is Yoga Leggs first birthday. Wow time flies when you are having SERIOUS FUN. In one year our range of colourful yoga attire has expanded from eight designs to seventeen, with further samples being considered for launch at this year’s Om Yoga Show in October. (We have…

Look Daddy, tree pose

Posted on 25th February 2016 at 1:45 pm by Yoga Leggs / Abi Adams, Chef Nick, cooking, family, oolong, woodford, Yoga / 0

“Look Daddy, tree pose” I turned around to see my, nearly, two year old boy standing on one leg with the other nicely poised against the knee. Arms outstretched either side. “Good form” I said. Now perhaps that doesn’t seem normal? Well, it is to me. With having an office…

I Survived Hurricane Iniki

Posted on 20th November 2015 at 7:59 pm by becki spurdle / Amanda, Blog, Children, community, family, honesty, human rights, love life, meditation, Mum, mumpreneur, Yogaleggs / 1 Comment

Many moons ago, when I still felt young (LOL) before mortgages and children, my other half and I rewarded our workaholic selves with three or four rather exotic holidays every year. A distant but pleasant memory; as with four kids in tow, Euro camp seems to be as adventurous as…

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