Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Baby Fish Mouth.

This past week, Windsor has been very busy with all his favorite activities: standing, shrieking like he's in a horror movie (only for fun--he cracks himself up afterward), rolling on the floor, trying to get Lulu's feet...the usual.

He likes to crawl into the hallway and pull the books off the shelves, but with the baby gate up, he can only get to this bookcase, which is a total bummer:

I turned my back for two seconds and found Windsor doing this on Saturday:

Anyone need any baby tonsils? We've got 'em:

Toes! Complete with sock fuzz:

Win has mad breakdancing skillz:

Baby yoga, much like baby fish mouth, is sweeping the nation:

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Some Photos!

Here are some photos from the past few days.

Windsor looooves Uncle Skipper's old bongo drum. He just needs to go around shirtless with a toothbrush hanging out of his mouth and his Matthew McConaughey impression will be complete.

Last night after his post-school nap, Windsor was sporting some interesting hair:

Baby calisthenics:

Telling secrets with Lulu:

Jeff likes to put Windsor on Lulu's back as if she is a pony. Usually she complies, but last night...not so much.

Thursday, February 12, 2009


I give you Revlon's new mascara spokesmodel. Ladies, don't be jealous.

(Click on the picture to make the lashes even bigger.)

Monday, February 9, 2009

Coffee Talk.

Why, hello there.

The coffee table has not lost its charms, btw.

Saturday, February 7, 2009

Windsor's Diary.

Dear Diary,

I had a very full Saturday!

First Dad and I stood and played a little.

Then Mama put up this gate thing to keep me from crawling into the hallway and eating the cat toys.

Then Auntie Blair came over and I showed her how I like to clench my fists and hold my breath.

Before my bath, I inspected my diaper.

Then Mama asked, "Who's the cutest baby in the world?"

I hope tomorrow is just as exciting--but I hope to get a hold of one of those cat toys.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

A New Trick.

Attention! Windsor has a new trick. We found him kneeling in his crib the other morning...and quite proud of himself, too.

There was also this, the crib-chewing.

Sunday night we went to a Superbowl party, and there were lots of little girls there. They all spotted Windsor at about the same time and swooped down upon him, playing with his hair, trying to make him dance, and generally treating him like their dolly. He loved it!

What a ladykiller.