What's that I smell?

Oh yes. It must be the testosterone.

Living in a household full of menfolk certainly does bring it's share of manliness. This usually comes in the form of constant obsession with weapons and weaponry.

You've heard that team "A man's home is his castle?" Well we take that too far here. Instead of a nice umbrella stand in our front entry, we have a nice weapon stand.

Where there aren't weapons, there are tiny green and tan commandos hiding in my plants and Christmas tree. Just the other day, I saw the Bionicles leading an attack in the family room with a division of characters from Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer in formation backing them up. Who knew that Rudolph and his gang were such warriors.

And one of these days, I have to snap a picture of Firstborn heading out to protect his woods. With his wooden hand and a half sword down the back of his shirt, his bow strung across one shoulder and quiver across the other, and a plastic dagger down his pants. Oh - and a 5 foot long stick.

We feel safe.