The Rockets Red Glare...

It's lovely in Arizona, in January.  Really, it's just about one of the only times I feel satisfied with living here. 

Pathetic, I know.

This is the month where I love to be outside with my family.  Last Saturday, with our homeschool group, we went to the park and set off...rockets!!

Last year, even though we didn't have a rocket, we went to the event.  Our kids were only a little sad, being happy to chase after the rockets as the parachutes had them slowly floating to the ground.  Unless the parachutes didn't open and then we parents were yelling at the kids to duck and cover, lest they get impaled by a Wal-Mart rocket.  Ah, what a story that would have been.

Some of my children were bigger fans of the whole sh-bang than others.

Ju-Ju did not enjoy it one bit.  This was his position almost the entire time.  It was a little precarious, with a little brother trying to kick him off, but he held on, nonetheless.

Ya-Ya, too, could have lived with a little less noise, please.  After awhile, though, best friends and silly band swaps pulled her away from mama's side.

 

Bubba and Gi-Gi?  Well, they were out there happily watching and chasing.  We would see them occasionally when they would come around for, what else?  Food.  Of course.

Pat worked hard getting our rocket together in record time.  When he opened the instructions, there were 54 steps.  54?!  Good grief.  What a good daddy he is.  He put this really big engine in our rocket for it's first test and then it when up into the wild blue yonder.  Where did it land?  We know not.  We searched...and searched...and searched.  No luck.  Well, at least we got to try it once.

Ju-Ju cheered up after awhile, after his BFF showed up.  He still came running at me everytime he heard a rocket, clambering up onto my lap, letting out a siren-like wail.  Sad, yet funny.  What kind of mama am I?

Ah, semi-happy at last.  Sandwich in one hand, sippy in the other.  Life is good.
Everyone came home pooped-out and ready for naps.  Oh, wait.  Maybe that was just me.

It was a great day!

Just Another Day at the Park

If you live in Arizona, you know that this is the time to be out of doors!


We spent last Saturday watching our children (with one exception) running up and down hills chasing after rockets. Alas, none of them were ours. The rockets, I mean. Not the children.



Before you feel too sorry for the little boy without the rocket, let me assure you that he was just excited watching them launch and then come down to earth (despite what the picture may look like).

Up and down, up and down.



Some of us got a little tired.



And maybe a tad bit distracted by the really cool drain. (Mama's always holding her breath around these things.)



And one of us was just enjoying being outside laughing at everyone else's goofiness.



Yup, just another beautiful day!