Monday night Julia met me at the garage door and asked, "can we build a rocket ship"? Talk about a question from left field. She had seen a play rocket ship on television and wanted to build her own so she could fly to "empty outer space". She waited patiently for my answer since I told her I needed to get in the door before discussing important matters such as space travel.
Since Stacey was leaving the house all day on Saturday for her birthday, I decided that this might be a good use of our time. Jules was very excited when I told her we would build a rocket on Saturday and kept asking about it all week. I kept talking it up too, which ended up being a problem since Friday came and I hadn't thought much about it. I had to deliver, so I decided to "go big or go home". On the way home from work on Friday I stopped by Home Depot in hopes that I could find something useful. We were always going to use aluminum foil and tape, but I needed something to make the frame with. Luckily, I found some diamond sheets and plastic ties that would work well for my Apollo 13 style rocket.
Saturday morning rolled around and at 7 a.m. Julia wanted to start the project. Between snacks and feeding Jonathan, we finished up around 3 p.m. This is one of many reasons why my blogging has tailed off a bit lately - we have no time to ourselves anymore. Instead of relaxing on the weekend I'm working multiple other jobs, in this case, as a NASA engineer. As a side note, considering recent events, I debated whether or not to include the Russian flag instead of the American flag on our rocket ship. Anyway, I think that our space vehicle stands a little under nine feet tall. Go big or go home - refrigerator boxes are for chumps.
Julia obviously loves her new toy. We blasted off into outer space many times, especially to the moon and back. When we landed in outer space, entirely on her own (probably based on what she saw on television), she started to walk funny with her arms out. I think she was trying to simulate lack of gravity. Usually the trips to the moon meant going to the office and turning the lights on and off really fast, since that's what we decided shooting stars would look like. The rocket is big enough for Stacey or me to climb inside with her. The fun part was getting inside and commencing the launch sequence that included a countdown from five and pushing some buttons before yelling "blast off!". At one point after we blasted off I tried to make engine sounds but was promptly told by Julia to stop making the noises because it didn't work that way...
The tell-all sign that Julia has had a good day is directly related to how fast, how loud, and how long she talks. After we started playing in her rocket ship, she really didn't pause to take a breath the rest of the day. I was tired and hungry, and my hands were all cut up, but this Saturday was worth it. Julia sat on my lap at dinner and wanted me to get her ready for bed - but more importantly, said she had a great "Daddy-Daughter Day".