The Day of the Rogisip

Shortly after arriving in America, a promise was made.

And promises from Granddad aren't quickly broken or forgotten. If ever.

So one beautiful day a couple weeks after said promise, the Rogisip was made a reality.

See...when we first arrived and Granddad's tendency toward exaggeration was getting the better of him and he was listing out to Salem all of the exciting things we were going to get to do during our 5 weeks in Texas..."ride horses, drive the tractor, build a rocket ship!! ..."  he didn't realize Salem would take it all quite literally. So for a couple weeks every.single.day Salem would ask Granddad if that was the day they were going to build a rocket ship.

Ride horses. check!
Drive the tractor. check!
and still...no rocket ship.

And so, one day they headed to the garage, where I'm convinced all little boys' dreams are born.
Seriously, aren't garages one of the best rooms of the whole house?!



Not to disappoint a 3 year old, Granddad broke out the good stuff: cardboard.



And markers and scissors apparently. And then someone handed the 1 year old a pair of scissors. Yes please ignore that part of the picture above and my apparent lack of parental guidance in the moment.



Windows were cut. Wings were glued and taped. Decorations were added. And a name was born.



The Rogisip.

Gramma even came equipped with patriotism. All that was lacking was a NASA sticker plastered to the side.



Since arriving back home, Salem has asked me why I didn't pack the rocket ship.



I told him Granddad would keep it for him up in his attic.



I should have made Granddad promise that.
Because Granddad doesn't forget his promises.