It's called being resourceful.

When it approaches mid-July in Texas, it's hot--really hot. Blisteringly hot. Too hot to take a baby outside to play between the hours of 11 & 4 for more than a few minutes at a time. So what's a mommy with cabin-fever supposed to do with a very active eight month-old?

That's the problem I faced yesterdayafternoon. Going to a park was out of the question, and Little Mister is really too young to appreciate any of the air-conditioned museums in the area. We could have gone to the pool, but frankly, I didn't have the energy--yes, I admit--sometimes I'm lazy.

So I gathered up all the "free" pillows lying around the house--a lot of our pillows have been repurposed as baby-proofing-barriers (see exhibit A), so our stash was somewhat limited.

(Exhibit A)

Oh, and did I mention we're getting ready to move? That's why there are boxes everywhere and why my living room looks like a war zone.

So anyway, after the pillows were all gathered, I dumped them in the floor and created a pillow pile. The concept is simple: a pile of pillows is soft--soft enough to fall on, roll around on, and attack mommy on.

It's safe to say this simple, cheap, and resourceful afternoon activity was a hit.

Oh, and then there's always the trusty cardboard box, which has entertained toddlers since its creation.

It's called being resourceful. It's called being a mom.