Belated Cowen's Birthday

Dad called me from the office the other day to tell me that he had a portable hard drive sitting on his desk with all my stuff loaded onto it!!! Today I put all the information onto a permanent hard drive and I'm feeling pretty pleased about it.

So here are Cowen's birthday pictures. He got an Indian in a canoe.

















This is not Cowen. This is my baby brother Ethan. Along with tearing his knee to pieces playing football, and lacerating his kidney and puncturing his spleen and a variety of other football injuries, he also spent numerous hours in the emergency room recently because he jumped on a catfish and a catfish bone went into his foot. Because of all the nerve endings in a foot and the general dirtiness of catfish, all the docs were fairly concerned. He's fine. In usual Ethan fashion, it wasn't as bad as it could have been.

This is Cowen showing off his new spurs.













His new rifle.














Dad up to no good.




























Cowen's present from Grandpa Jack. Pretty sweet. He loves it. It's his cowboy and he keeps it hanging on his closet door.










Four birthday candles!!!! He's getting so old!

















He wanted a horse cake (of course). He was excited when he saw it.

Dad pointed out to me that I put way more time and energy and icing into it than I needed to. I pointed out that he puts way more time and energy and hay into his horses than he needs to. Everyone needs a hobby.







The cake. Timothy cut it out, of course, and did the eye and nose (mint cookies). I did the rest. I was pretty pleased with the result.

So for his birthday Cowen got an Indian, a canoe, a rifle, a six-shooter and holster, and a sword. Hmm. Maybe next year we'll ease up on the "weapons as gifts." Then again . . . maybe not. The boy will need a sword for fencing, right?