Of Trebuchets & Chubby Bunnies

My super fantastic family was here last week, and I took time off work to enjoy every possible moment with them. They live in Indiana, and we don't get to see them nearly as often as we would like. So when they were coming to visit for a few days, I dropped everything. (I offer my laundry and dishes... and vaccuuming... and bathroom scrubbing... as examples.) I don't know how it started, but within hours my dad and my cousin were on their way to Lowes to get supplies, and by the next morning they were test firing this beauty (the trebuchet, not the chicken coop.)

There was talk of firing off the feathered menace, but Billy Bob survived the weekend. They got the best results with rocks, but the biggest fun with water balloons.

While they were busy with the trebuchet, the other kids were having fun with the balloons that didn't get launched. Apparently Fat Albert wasn't meant to fly...

To top it all off, the kids played Chubby Bunny. That was pretty cool while it lasted, but the other kids were no competition for Anna, so the appeal wore off pretty quickly.

We're always sad to see them go. Now we're looking forward to next time!