The best cure at our house for boredom, creeping anxiety, or to get some wiggles out is bed time. Obviously I always enjoy when bed time means NAP time but on this occasion it meant playing on our bed. We all ended up in my room this morning after a a few hours of all of the above and a pillow fight broke out.
Sebastian is three and a half years older than Ruby, not to mention a boy, which translates into loud and rough during anything physical but he is pretty great about knowing the limits. He kept standing in front of the camera so I asked him to move over for a minute and he told me he was standing in front of the edge so he could catch Ruby if she started to fall.
That didn't stop him from giving her a good whack with his pillow every now and then.
This was my sign that everything was okay.
I did have to referee things and call for a break every now and then.
It still ended in a time out on the bench.
I couldn't resist getting a shot of those folded arms. It must be genetic.
It's so hard to believe that this bed has shrunk so much in three years!
When it was all over we were no longer bored, anxious, or wiggly. Pillow fights. I highly recommend them.
xo,
Rachel