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My boys through the years

I had the idea for this post and when I told my husband it involved photos, he was a little surprised since I don't post pictures of my little ones here.  So this is my boys through the years with a twist - a violent one. If you are the parents of young boys, this is what you can look forward to.  If you are the parents of girls, you might find this post interesting in the way one learns about different species, interesting.

First we start up with the everyday weapon around the home - the lowly inner tube of a roll of gift paper. Adequate for thrusting and blocking, but not hard enough to cause damage. Can be interchanged with paper towel rolls for close combat.  You can see where this post is going.



Above, air-filled lightsabers, easy for Liam to wield and below, much-abused foam swords.  We certainly got our $5 worth out of these. They had to be retired after the foam started giving way and the hard plastic inner tube became a hazard, especially for thrusting.

 Then we had a very extensive period of various hard swords and light-up, retractable, vibrating lightsabers.  These are but a few of the assortment we have, that have survived numerous battles.  Needless to say, these weapons have had to be confiscated at various times for misuse.  All weapons need a holiday from time to time at our house.  Video games too, but that's another story.

 We have the random shotguns and a machine gun, and the requisite Star Wars paraphernalia.  This is from ages 3-5.
Any of these toys can be played with at any age (although they tired of the air-filled sabers pretty fast - not enough damage potential).

Once Lucas was 5 we moved into the more sophisticated territory of Nerf guns and blazer-tag type guns (and although Liam is only 3, he just follows what his big brother does). Up first is the Nerf guns, with protective eyeglasses and target vest (so the darts stick to it).

With the tag guns above, when you shoot your opponent the gun detects the hit and talks and tells you when you've lost your life.  We invested in these because my husband got tired of the boys using water guns and soaking him with cold water.  If you were fortunate to have friends with these types of guns, you can play in teams.


Now that the kids are older, they can handle bigger weapons which brings us to the last set of Nerf guns to make it into the house.  Decidedly larger with power for continuous shooting, ammunition box included.
The smallest one is Liam's and if you wanted a closer look of the big one, here it is again, with another big shooter below.



**I am not receiving any money for blogging about Nerf guns...although perhaps I should.  Even though pickup duty for darts makes my life miserable, (you can just imagine all the places darts turn up), the kids have a blast playing with these guns. That's all that matters.

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Unknown said…
the kids have a blast?? I still enjoy "gun-shootin", WWE wrestling,'romping' and all of that with my son! I'd come home and it would be "daddy, lets romp!" followed by tackle or kick of some sort.

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