I walked by the kitchen table the other day to see poor Woody and Flash being held at gunpoint. You can find little scenes like these all over the house at any given moment. It’s always a reminder that I’m a girl among a lot of testosterone.
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I was asleep the other night and rolled over onto my stomach. As I placed one hand on top of the pillow and the other hand underneath, I felt something cold. With eight legs.
And thankfully plastic or I might have screamed my head off and woken the whole house!
Instead, I smiled. I knew exactly who had placed the orange plastic spider under my pillow in an effort to scare me.
And his name begins with a D and ends with a 3.
I walked over to computer desk the other day and this is what I found.
Minnie Mouse.
Handcuffed to the desk.
I’m sure when Minnie came to live me as a young girl, she never thought she would see the day that two little boys handcuffed her to a desk.
I never thought I would have seen the day myself.
So, Daniel went to Police Academy this morning and came home wanting me to take his picture like this.
This particular picture could have never been taken 2-3 years ago, because he wouldn’t have had the toy gun to take the picture with.
I read a blog post this weekend that remind me so much of myself. It was about that first born son and how he will never play with toy guns and he won’t own them and he won’t play them with his friends…. and then a realization comes… Boys are born with ‘pretend gun play’ in their DNA. Whether you like it or not.
For the longest time Daniel had no toy guns and I really didn’t like him playing with them, but then when he was around kids that had toy guns he was completely obsessed. All of a sudden the obsession and novelty of it seemed worse than a day to day exposure. I still frankly don’t love all of the playing around with toy guns, but it’s a losing battle. As long as the boys know that real guns are no joke and can really hurt people (and they know this) then I think we’re just fine.
I had to sort of let up on my play gun stance when my #2 boy was born anyway… he came out of the womb making machine gun noises. And both of the boys were making vroom noises with little cars and turning sticks into guns and swords without anyone teaching them. Some things seem to be inherently gender specific. There are no sticking guns in the hands of my boys- they are making them.
This particular little toy G.I. Joe gun above gave me a grin. I walked through my Dining Room the other day and saw the little gun sitting on the chair and thought that if I had a house full of girls, I’m not sure this would be a sight that I would see. It was a big reminder that I’m a girl living with all boys… and I wouldn’t change it for the world!
Apparently Obi Wan and an unnamed Clone Trooper were trying to save the universe as we know it.
I never know what might run through my den with these two around.
I have been married to my wonderful husband, Dan for 11 years. I couldn’t ask for a better husband or father for my children!
We have two wonderful little boys. D3 is a very smart, very sweet nine year old. L is very sweet, very spunky five year old.
I teach reading & math part time. I’m blessed with a wonderful family!
