We never got around to talking about that little thing I did on the other side of the playroom for all my boys.
No, we didn't talk about it, and it will all make sense in due time.
Just as a little reminder,
I did this for my daughter on one side.
On the other side, the boys got,
Few things about the armory--
- I thought this was such an awesome, simple idea.
-This is/was a hit, but you're detecting a big "but", and rightly so.
-All these pictures are awful, because they're in the dank, dark, basement.
-If you're a parent who finds children playing with pretend weapons offensive, then you've probably suffered a massive coronary and are no longer with us.
-All my kids and their friends ever want to play with is weapons, and that's why I thought a wall 'o guns was a good idea.
-Have you ever cleaned up a bathroom that's had a dozen boys using it for like, 2 days? There are no freaking words. It's like this massive urine cocktail that you'll never really get over.
-If you live in my hood and you had a Nerf gun for your son, it's at my house.
-This is only half the guns currently in this house, and an eighth of the swords we have, and I just gave up on even finding the swords or putting them all away.
A good friend and neighbor made me this sign,
and I love her for it.
And getting to the big "BUT"--
the sign is the only dang thing that stays on the wall for any amount of time. It's like this wall calls to male children-- begging them to come pretend blow someone away.
Thus, 2/3 of the wall is always empty, and I can't keep it stocked. And it's annoying to keep it stocked.
But hey, at least the boys are being active. I'm a glass half-full kind of gal. From time to time.