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Launchfest


This past Saturday, I took the boys to a special event at Goddard Space Center, called Launchfest. I originally had no intention of going. Matter of fact, I did not even know about it until about 11 AM on Saturday, after we had gotten back from CCD. I have been telling J that I would take him to Goddard for about a year now and this seemed like the perfect time to go. So, I got really excited and called my hubby (who had to work) to see if he thought I should go, by myself, with the three boys. He thought we should go (it is only one day a year after all). And I would be able to take the stroller, so I started to get ready to go. Right before we were going to leave, I started to lose my courage . . . take the three boys, by myself, to a place where there would be thousands of people??? Haul the stroller on and off a shuttle bus (with the three boys) just to get there?

. . . . Did I mention I would have the three boys by myself????

So, I asked J one more time if he really wanted to go. Usually I can count on my "home body boy" to say he wants to stay home, but not today. He was too excited.

Off we went. We got to one of the parking lots, and headed to the shuttle bus. I had told Joshua that when K was not in the stroller, I would need him to take care of K and hold his hand. And he did a great job! While I folded the stroller to get it on the bus, J held K's hand and walked him to the grass to stand. The bus driver put the stroller on the bus for me.

When we got on the grounds, we went through the visitors center. They gave us a huge booklet of all that was going on. There were tons of things to see there, unfortunately, most of it required hopping back on a shuttle bus, so we decided to just go to the things we could walk to. The boys got to see model rockets take off. They made straw rockets (I got to find that thing for J's school portfolio :) ) J got to launch a balloon rocket. We all got our photos taken as "astronauts". Plus the boys got cool NASA bags with goodies in them.

We stayed until in ended (4:30 PM) and headed back to the shuttle buses. Praise be to God, I happened to get the same bus drive, who, once again, helped me with the stroller!! By the time we got to the car, I was exhausted. Physically, from pushing J and K in the stroller and having A in the carrier on me all afternoon. And mentally too, from having "hawk-like" eyes on K every moment he was out of the stroller.

I am so glad we went. The boys we so good. They made me realize, once again, that they can rise to the occasion and be on their best behavior. It was so cute to watch them climb onto the bus hand in hand. J is such a good big brother.

We'll have to put Launchfest on our Calendar for next year!!

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