I got some new tattoos earlier this month. The sharks were destined to happen, of course, it just took me awhile to figure out exactly what I wanted. The water witch one is because that's what Corey calls me because I'm always yelling about the watery messes that occur around here (he thinks I'll melt if I get hit with errant water, like the wicked witch of the west, and now he has Milo convinced of that too, which is doubly hilarious when you consider how much I love the beach and swimming), plus everything that breaks around here that is expensive ALWAYS has to do with water: The hot water heater busted, the washing machine busted, we had a 10-inch flood in the basement, the well went dry, the kitchen sink didn't work, etc. I love my ink, and love the whole artistic/creative/painful process of getting one done, but we have more important things to spend our spare cash on.
Now it looks like we're going to have to build a catapult or trebuchet because Milo and I saw punkin' chunking in action today and he loved every minute of it! Immediately after the first gourd took to the air, Milo turned to me and said "Mom. Can we build one of those?"
The punkin' chunkers were at Prickett's farm in Lumberton, NJ. Today was their practice day for the big gig in Delaware in a couple of weeks, and they invited the general public to come in and help them work out the kinks of their trebuchet. The neatest thing about the event today is that the machine is built by kids in the Lumberton school's gifted & talented class! That particularly inspired Milo when he found out that lil' factoid. The wheels are spinning in his head already about how to build one. The next time we look out in the backyard, and Milo's fooling around on his own out there, I bet we'll see a full-sized catapult, with Milo attempting to lure one of the dogs into the pitchin' cup.
By the way, Milo's launch went 509 feet! Pretty impressive! Especially after the first launch that we watched went backwards.
