The Fine Art of Pillow Fighting

I may regret this in the not so distant future, but on our last snow day I introduced Buby and Bleu to the art of pillow fighting. I told you... cabin fever. I had just moved Ollie upstairs for a nap, so it was just the three of us. We'd done handstands and wheelbarrows and horsey races. The kids still had energy to burn.


So I pulled them in close like I had a top secret to share and whispered the "rules" of a new game. Their eyes got wider than the sky. I handed them each a super thin felt pillow and said, "Remember, nothing above the shoulders." They looked at me like I was a crazy. Perhaps. But for a moment I was the coolest person alive, and I needed that.


We all chanted "3-2-1 GO!" while squeals of joy rang through the neighborhood. Two minutes in Bleu stopped and asked, "Mom, can you take our picture and email it to Daddy?" Ha. {When I was her age there was no such thing as email, text, digital SLRs or portable cell phones. I'm so old.} The whole shindig lasted five minutes. Fun fun.


It must be said that when Buby and Bleu are excited and engaged they work so well together. They support one another, exchange ideas and thrive on each other's general awesomeness. Just the other day I heard Buby say to his sister, "Oh yes. There you go, Nola. You are fabulous." She returned the compliment with, "Oh Gavy. You're so sweet." For reals. I don't make this stuff up.


When they verge on bored they fight. Bleu playfully nit picks and bosses until Buby reaches his limit. Eventually Mt. Vesuvius erupts. Bleu cries. It's a mess. Keeping them engaged on snow days is key.