Last summer, my in-laws visited us for about a month. It was, in truth, a great month. In addition to earning the unabashed adoration of both my offspring and sending Adam and me out for much-needed alone time, they brought with them a vital and tangible part of my husband's childhood: GI Joes. And even though it was only June, Adam eagerly awaited Christmas Day, when he could pass these beloved friends onto his first (and so far, only) male heir.
Fast forward to December.
For the last few weeks, we've been searching for these GI Joes. Nevermind that even without any GI Joes or accompanying paraphernalia, our son would still have more Christmas presents to open than is good for him. Nevermind that we'd searched the crawl space eighty-two times and I had given up hope. Nevermind that we've since located all of the super cool vehicles, any one of which would fulfill Riley's Christmas dreams. Forget all of that. Because any true GI Joe connoisseur knows that without the men, "it's nothing."
And then, today, sweet joy! The MIA GI Joes were found, nestled in a backpack hanging on our garage wall, of all places. As Adam lovingly removed them from their containers, I stared down at the tiny guns, spears, and grenade launchers and thought, "Yeah, Millie is soooo going to choke to death on one of those." Of course, that was before I was unwittingly drawn into the exciting universe of Cobras, helicopter pilots, and deep-sea divers. I quickly found myself using phrases like, "You're goin' down, sucka," "Get to the chopper!" and "Never leave a man behind." Who knew that little plastic army guys could rekindle my faith in Christmas miracles?
Now all I need to do is get Adam to see the light about My Little Ponies.
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Oh the passing on of heirlooms! Greg has LOVED giving the kids all these COOL old toys he used to play with.
Definitely a miracle that they were found just before Christmas. :)
My poor kids are going to have nothing but Snuggies to pass down.
My brothers always loved "guys" as they called them. I'll never understand... :)
You crack me up. I see you playing GI Joe's and it's funny. Hope your son enjoys them for Christmas.
My boys are now 17 and 14. They will pass down oodles of Lord of the Rings and Star Wars action figures. The younger one: about $7,000 worth of legos.
My husband's toys are not "pass down-able. No one wants to touch the rubber gorilla (yikes!)
What a dang cute blog you have!
I so wish it would let me embed this image :-)
GET TO THE CHOPPA!!!
I was 11 when my brother was born. I had army men to play with my friends, but I also had many hours of My Little Pony play time with my 3 younger sisters.
Of course, guys playing with my little ponies usually means pulling the tails out, and throwing them at sisters. But it's still play time.
I don't think my brothers ever had those. But I am very glad that your husband can pass them on to his son. Love that.
My girls have most of my old Barbie clothes. Their Barbies are pretty 80's retro looking, but they love them. And it makes me happy.
Oh! My Little Ponies! I think I'm still in mourning for the bucket of them that my mother sold at a garage sale while I was at school.
Ah the nostalgia this post dredged up! There's a box of my Charmkins hiding in my parents crawlspace somewhere...
The Boy has all of The Husband's old Legos and The Girl has all of my old My Little Ponies. It is awesome.
I loved the Christmas I gave my daughter my hand-me-down Barbies.
The more I found out about Adam, the more I know that him and Jake have been long lost friends LOL. I love reading your blog.
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