I'm Running!

Everyone is crazy in this video.

Cake! (From a Month Ago.)

Update.

I have more pictures at home, but here are a couple from my phone that I thought were worth sharing.

Windsor is finally out of the crib! He finds his new digs quite cozy.





Last Monday, Windsor had to be sedated to have a cavity filled. He was back to his usual hijinks by the afternoon.

The Big Backyard.

While in Memphis this week, Windsor went to the Big Backyard at the Memphis Botanic Garden with Mimi and Daddy. Oh, what fun he had.

Farmboy.

Last Saturday, we went to Hamil's for lunch. Before Windsor stood on his chair, brandishing a smoked chicken leg, and declared, "I love you chicken!", he sat on this cool tractor outside.

Brief Encounter.

Last weekend, Windsor had a solo pool party. (AND he kept his suit on the whole time!)

He also discovered that he loves pickles. I weep, as pickles are mine sworn enemy.


Yesterday at Target, he helped me pick out a new deodorant. OR TWELVE. What are you trying to say, Windsor?

Mook Fever Continues to Sweep the Nation.

The other night Windsor got his horse pillow and one of his mooks and decided to pretend to go to sleep in the hall. It's ok with me, you understand.

Pool Party.

Last weekend Windsor went swimming. Kind of. In the front yard.







After hanging out in his diaper for awhile, Windsor decided that was for the birds and ripped his diaper off. This is one of the more modest nudie pics. The rest are full-frontals and are NSFW, although if you'd like to come over and see them, you're welcome to.


The next day, he invited Jasper over. He started out in a swimsuit and diaper, but by the time Jasper got there, he was already naked. Jasper, being a man of reason, kept his suit on.

Weekend Report.

Friday night, Windsor and I enjoyed the season's first nectarines.



Saturday he got a much-needed haircut. (Sorry, no photos.)

On Sunday, Windsor took his first trip to Toys R Us. This may have been his first toy store experience, but when we drove up he excitedly pointed to the door like he knew what was inside. He also has shopping down pat. First, you find something you like. Then you pull ALL of that item off the shelf and deposit it into your buggy.



Then you freak out at all the cool stuff.



After that intense experience, we got some ice cream at Baskin-Robbins. (We both got Lemon Custard--my favorite!)





When he was done, he said, "I want more." I said no, sorry. Then he went to the counter, gave the man his cup and spoon, and told him he wanted more. No dice there, either. You can't blame him for trying.

Night Night!

Windsor's new favorite game is called night-night. This means he throws all his guys on the floor, makes Jeff and me lay down with them, and then covers us all with mooks. Mooks are blankets. Here is some night-night mook fun from a few weeks ago.

Crazy Person.

Here's a little video of some early morning fun at our house.

Starting the Long Process of Catching Up!

It's been an embarrassingly long time since I posted anything, so let me say: sorry, grandparents! Now, let's move on.

Windsor turned two on April 23, and over that weekend had a little party at the park. The actual party photos are on my home computer and for some reason the home computer does not like Blogger, so here is a picture of the cupcakes we ate. Windsor has a love/hate relationship with his swing. Did you know Windsor loves to wear hats? Even fuzzy blue pimp hats (procured at the Dollar Tree) while shopping at SteinMart? I swear, he applied this himself.

New Videos!

Here are a couple of new videos of our favorite boy.

This is Windsor being super helpful in the kitchen yesterday as I cooked dinner.


In this quick one, he shows us his giant Elmo balloon before stopping for a juice break, which he heartily enjoys.

Happy Easter!

Screwdriver in the Ear? Anyone?

Yesterday Windsor came into the kitchen holding a screwdriver. He said, "Ear? Ear?" and for some reason wanted to jam it into my ear. I took it from him and put it in my own ear, then in his (at his insistence). Usually I'm pretty good at figuring out what his line of reasoning is, but a screwdriver in the ear? No clue.

He also pronounces "bunny" as "buddy," which is just all kinds of adorable.

Oh! And last night, he made Elmo kiss all the dining room chairs goodnight.

Catching Up.

During daycare spring break, Windsor's Grammy came to keep him. She wore him out, as evidenced by this (note the glasses):



She also introduced him to his first popsicle:



Windsor is fond of running through the bushes that separate our house and our neighbor's house. After school, he runs around and around, through one side



And out the other.



Windsor and his dad ran the St. Paddy's day 5K!



Afterwards, they admired the blooming trees.



Other things Windsor is up to:

He loves all things Elmo, but has equal room in his heart for Ernie. He likes Bert too, but Ernie and Elmo are the best.
The other night, he kissed all the dining room chairs goodnight.
This morning, I'm pretty sure he said "Who dat?" and pointed to someone in a book.

What Happened This Last Month.

It just occurred to me that I haven't updated Windsor's blog in a long time...apparently almost a month!

So, there was snow.








Happiest snowbunnies of all time:


Then Windsor got a harmonica:



Then we went to New Orleans:

We stopped at Piccadilly in Hammond and had some fried chicken and Jello:



Then Windsor had a big time in the hotel room playing with the toilet paper:





We went to the aquarium to see the foish (as Windsor pronounces it):



Enjoying some street performers:




Riding on Dad's shoulders on Decatur Street:



Then he got a haircut.



Whew! What a month!

iPhone Roundup.

I've taken a bunch of photos of Windsor on my phone recently--it's always at hand, and takes semi-decent photos. Here's what we've been up to lately.

A few weeks ago, Windsor, Lindsay, and I went to see the Jim Henson exhibit at the Mississippi Museum of Art. Windsor was pretty unimpressed with everything except this giant Kermit.

Aunt Cheryle gave Windsor a gigantor rocking horse for Christmas! I took this one while Jeff was putting it together.

Windsor got really mad at his mother the other day because it was getting dark and cold outside and we weren't going outside to play. Here he is having a fit:


I just like the way Windsor's tummy looks here:

Windsor loves this propeller beanie I got him last week. Also, please note the denim jumpsuit he's wearing as he commandeers both outside toys.

Look, sometimes a man wants to sit in a laundry basket, wear a beanie, and watch tv.

Sometimes a man wants to ride a rocking horse naked.

And sometimes a man wants to wear his mother's shoes. I don't judge.