They play really rough. It is usually football but they also play pillows. Playing pillows means piling all of our couch cushions on the floor and going nuts. They throw each other into them, stack them and tackle them, and beat each other with them. My daughter, the dainty flower, is the worst.
Matilda is 10 months old. How does she know how to get crazy like that? If she sees the cushions hitting the floor she screams. Holding the scream she zooms to the pile as fast as she can. She throws herself at them without the slightest hesitation or fear. Eric throws her again and again and she never stops laughing. Once she even got too much momentum and hit the pile, went up over it, and tumbled down the other side. She hit the floor and we froze - and heard her still laughing.
This isn't the best picture but it still makes me laugh. My baby girl is in her pink footie pajamas, holding her taggie blanket, and I'm pretty sure I see a nuk in her mouth. There is no one around her, no one encouraging her, and she is still throwing herself around on the pillows.
Matilda, I think you are the most awesome little girl I've ever known. (And you are going to be a BLAST at parties!)
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I apologize in advance (and I'm not condoning or glorifying it) but maybe Matilda will be the one to teach me how to do a keg stand!
"Playing pillows" is the best part of my day! I'm just waiting for the one time I miss the pillows and hurt myself. Barb...I will pay to see you do that keg stand. Please God let that happen.
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