Yesterday my husband and son bought a model rocket. Building rockets and launching them was something my husband enjoyed as a child. So off they went and soon they returned home with a model rocket. They finally got it together even after J poured glue all over the instructions. So they then headed out to find the perfect place to launch it. Once they scouted out the perfect location they called me and I loaded up baby girl and we headed out to witness the launch. When we pulled up my husband was busy working on the rocket and J was running all over the open field-he was having a blast just being outside.
So we are ready for launch and J pushes the button and the rocket blasts into the air. I don't know who enjoyed it more, daddy or J. They retrieved the rocket and got it ready for it's second launch. The second launch was much higher than the first and it landed several hundred feet away.
It was great fun. Still think daddy enjoyed it more than J.