Am glad the radiators are still on -- it's been frickin' cold in the city the past week. Usually, "March Madness" kicks in and they turn off the radiators, but it's been cold enough to warrant having the heat on. I've still been biking to work, but have bundled a bit. The real issue is the wind -- those blustery contrary winds are a major buzzkill.
I got the boys a couple more Nerf foam weapons; those are damned fun -- the Marauder sword, which, for a kid, is a tidy two-handed sword (hell, it's a two-handed sword for a grown-up, too, but the blade length is more akin to a broadsword). B2 is decidedly keen for the big sword, which is funny in his hands. B1 is fond of the Battlemaster mace/axe (my Dwarvish boy, naturally). I use the Vantage "short swords" -- which really aren't short swords, but are at least close to fencing swords in length, so I use them that wasy. They are fun; I like them better than the Nerf guns (which are also fun).
But the foam weapons are just a blast, and it's funny to watch the boys go after me with them, or each other. B1, as ever, is the gentle giant, but he has the best "game face" -- his expression is intimidatingly formidable, if you didn't realize what a kind and gentle person he is behind that facade. That serves him well, I've seen.
B2 is, as ever, the wild child, the fighting whirlwind -- speedy and naturally athletic, and prone to whacking you with the sword faster than you can react, or to "dying" dramatically. I swear that B2 enjoys pratfalling as much as he enjoys fighting -- he takes these great dives on the floor. As ever, the flamboyant, scrappy actor. And when they doubleteam me, it's fun, too -- I teach them the rudiments of fencing and kendo, while they try like hell to get me.
