Boys

Two short Cowen stories.

1) When we bought our tree and were waiting for Timothy to put on the lights, my children grew very anxious. They fidgeted, they fussed, they sat around the bare tree and whined. I told them we had to wait for Dad because putting on lights is hard and Mom doesn't do it. Cowen said, "I have a better idea. Why don't we sling them on?!"

2) Today I was out shoveling with Cowen. The girls were outside also, but first Miriam slinked off around the corner hoping I wouldn't notice that she'd left the yard and then she found the tricycles and repeatedly rode them down the icy driveway to see if she could seriously damage herself. She didn't. So Cowen and I were shoveling and I was behind the van when I heard Cowen calling me frantically. I went to see what all the excitement was about and Cowen said in a hushed and reverent tone, "I want one of those for Christmas." It was our neighbor's snow-blower. Hmm, I think I now more fully understand their popularity. Something about a certain chromosome.

PS Blog2Print doesn't have a picture limit anymore, just a 400 pg. limit for their hardback books. This means I can put one whole year of my blog in a single hardback book instead of trying to break it up because I have too many pictures. Yeehaw.

PPS Guess who's having a birthday today!!!