Thursday, September 8, 2011

Cookie Mouse and Coconuts.

Here are some of the funny things Windsor has said lately:

For months, he's referred to Mickey Mouse as Cookie Mouse, and we never corrected him because that is clearly adorable. But he's finally figured it out, and now we are sad.

However, he IS still under the impression that polka dots are "coconuts," and if anyone corrects him, you're in big trouble.

He refers to himself as a "yellow guy." I'm not sure what this means, but it's ok with me. "Hey buddy!" "I'm not a buddy, I'm a yellow guy." Uh, whatever.

Things he doesn't like are spicy. Food, textures, smells, whatever. My favorite is "Daddy's whiskers are spicy."

He's started to make up jokes. They're not super-sophisticated or anything, but he's getting there. Here is a sample:

Windsor: Knock knock.
Mommy: Who's there?
Windsor: Dirty poop.
Mommy: Dirty poop who?
Windsor: No, you're supposed to say, "YUCK!"
Mommy: Oh. Ok, YUCK.
Windsor: (cracks up)

Last night when he should've been asleep, he was hollering for me to come in his room. When I did, he told me sincerely, "I'm not going to lick you anymore, Mommy. We lick ourself, not the other people."

A few weeks ago Windsor was pissed and hit me in the leg. As he was being dragged into time out, he said, "Oh, Mommy! I didn't hit you! I was giving your leg a high five!"

He told me a bedtime story the other night about a little boy named Mommy. Mommy lived in a hole in the ceiling.

Instead of regular kisses, Windsor prefers to give "funny kisses," aka raspberries, aka zerberts.

Another Photo Catchup!

Windsor has been very busy the past few months.

He went out for sushi. (He's much better with the chopsticks than I am.)

He went to the zoo.

He went to the circus, where we spent his college fund on this dumb hat and elephant cup.

But then at home, Windsor and Mommy posed with their respective circus cups, so that was fun.

He went to a one thousand degree birthday party...

...and sweated a LOT.

And then he stayed home and played with this inflatable bed, but please don't make the mistake of referring to it as a bed, because it is CLEARLY a boat.

Friday, July 1, 2011

Photo Catchup!

Is it ok if I just throw these pictures up here without commenting on them? Ok!

Monday, April 4, 2011

We Don't Fight Fight.

Windsor was reading One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish to us last night. Then he started singing. The second video is instructional. Should we fight? According to Windsor, no.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Wednesday, March 9, 2011


The other night we were watching Blue's Clues, and Steve got his notebook out in order to record important clue-related information. Windsor said, "That's not a notebook, that's a yesbook!"

The end.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Recent Phone Pics.

Maybe it's time to see the dentist again.

We went to the park, where I found this sad bunny rabbit in the sandbox.

Windsor loves Lulu. Lulu has mixed feelings about Windsor.

Sometimes the day gets REALLY long and I just give up trying to make him wear pants and not jump off of stuff.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Singing, Moustaches, the Works.

A few weeks ago we went to Jasper's birthday party (he turned two!) and Windsor's gift was this extended dance mix of Old McDonald.

Jeff recently got the Hipstaprint app for his phone, so now all our photos look like they were taken 30 years ago. Like so:


Yesterday at school the kids had a Valentine's Day party. Check out someone's awesome frosting moustache.

Windsor is obsessed with moustaches right now. The whole point of eating is to craft a really good moustache, then admire it in the mirror. There are tears when moustaches are removed! It's hard being two and five-sixths.

Let's see...besides the moustache love, Windsor is sleeping in his big boy bed like a champ (and with the use of a stepstool -- that thing is high up!), is potty trained, is still enamored with popsicles, cries if you put lasagna on his plate, and despite being an expert at pushing our buttons, is a very sweet, loving little boy. (Except when he's bad.)

Friday, January 14, 2011

I Told You I Would Post Again Soon.

We had sooo many nice Christmases this year. First there was Aunt Cheryle's Christmas, which we may or may not have celebrated the moment the packages arrived (but at least we pretended we waited). That haul included lots and lots and lots of cool toys, including the cat piano, which he loves. Then Mimi and Poppy came and that was big fun; Windsor got lots of dinosaur stuff AND a really cool train table! Then we had family Christmas, just the three of us, where Windsor got more loot, including this drum.

Then we went to see Grammy and Willie on Christmas eve, and on Christmas morning, Windsor discovered Santa had left him some cowboy boots!

Then we opened MORE presents, including this talking backpack.

Then we went to Pawpaw and Nana's house.

Windsor ran around in the leaves a lot. Good thing he had those boots on!

He had been talking about Pawpaw's tractor for weeks, but then refused to ride it or even sit on it. Until I said, "Windsor, DO NOT get on Pawpaw's tractor."

Whew! We're all caught up!

Let's Play Catch-Up.

Oh, hello!

Presented with limited comments, I give you "Hey Windsor, Whatcha Been Doing?"

Ate some ice cream.

Put a colander on my head, which made me the life of the party.

Went to the zoo, stuck my head in a hole.

Went swinging with Baby Wolf.

Took a ride, country-style.

Hid behind a tree.

Made a new friend.

Carried a big fork.

Sat on a tractor.

Showed Mommy how desperate I was to get into the bathroom with her while she was having a bath.

Hit some bushes with a big stick.

Sat on a thing at the park.

Met a friend for a drink.

Played my new cat piano in my underwear.

Got some trains.

Packed my bags.

Watched a movie (thanks, Uncle Todd!).

Played Scrabble.

Stood on a thing.

Watched some tv with friends.

Hung out with Bert.

Whew! More photos to come soon. No, really. I promise.