Cowen's a Bear

You might think my title refers to the costume in the following pictures that Kayli took way back when and I just found on my parent's computer. I did not, however, find the pictures Kayli assigned me to find. Sorry, Kate.

Back to the matter at hand. I'm not, in fact, referring to the costume. I am referring, instead, to Cowen's behavior today. I'm not sure what was with him. Well, yes I do. Estrogen overdose. Does birth control contain estrogen or something else??

So, it started with my finding Cowen outside on the step with a knife that he was using to pry off the tinfoil on the back of my birth control, then pulling a pill out with a pair of tweezers, and eating it. Or trying to eat it. I saw him sneak by in a furtive manner and caught sight of the knife he was holding behind his back due to the mirror on Eli's door (and I used to wonder how Mom always knew everything) and followed him outside pretty quick. He saw me coming and popped a pill in his mouth lickety-split. I made him spit it out, so I'm pretty sure he only ate half a birth control pill. Or one and a half. Or something along those lines.

Then, later, he came upstairs and the bottom half of his shorts were all wet (yes, he's taken to wearing shorts for the first time in his life because the weather has hit the record highs of 56). I asked him what the wetness was from and he said, "Grape juice." I informed him that we didn't have any grape juice and he said, "Apple juice." I told him that we didn't have any apple juice and had him point out to me what he spilled. He pointed at the fridge and I told him that you can't pour a fridge on your pants. He thought that was hilarious. I wasn't so amused. He showed me the pitcher of orange juice in the fridge, which is what I feared all along. Apparently he'd had an unbearable thirst that could only be quenched by pouring juice all over himself downstairs on the carpet. He broke the number one rule in the house: don't eat anywhere but the kitchen. Some of you may have other number one rules like be kind, or don't maim each other. I don't. I clean up a lot of bodily waste from the carpet--I don't need to clean food off it as well. I was soooo not impressed.

Then there was the giving Eli carrots (I've warned all the kids that they can't do that as Eli doesn't have enough teeth to deal with a carrot) and the taking Eli's new stick horse away from Eli, and the whatever it was that resulted in Cowen's banishment to his room without lunch (I can't even remember why!!). He didn't have the best day.

But isn't he ridiculously adorable in these pictures??!!!





Another little Cowen story. Several weeks ago I opened the back door to find Cowen standing there with a funny look on his face. I asked him if anything was wrong and he showed me a long, shallow cut on his finger. I asked him what happened and he said: "It wasn't a knife!" Hmm.