There's Something About Overalls.

The Hair, It is Still Big.

It's been too long since I posted--hopefully these ten photos will make it up to you!

Windsor the Builder.

Yes he can!

All the great builders these days operate without pants.

Windsor Update.

At 16 months, Windsor can say the following words:
mama
dada
ball
kitty
woof woof (when seeing a dog or, uh, a cat)
duck
quack quack
knock knock (while knocking on a door)
get down!!! (said with emphasis while standing on top of something he's not supposed to)
hee haw (this is what he says the monkeys say)
ding! (when you touch your index finger to his, you both say this)

He knows way more words than he can say, though: he will go find his shoes, socks, cup, or various toys upon request; he will close or open a drawer upon request (although he really prefers closing, i.e. slamming); he will run to get into his high chair if you ask if he's hungry or if he wants a snack; he will softly pat Lulu or Pete if you tell him "soft touch" (we usually say this after he has pummeled one of them a few times).

He is very into sorting things these days. He will put all his tub toys on one side of the tub, then throw one to the other side and fuss at it for getting out of line. (I think this is hilarious.) He also still loves books, and will actually tolerate being read to on occasion (usually he grabs the book out of my hands and turns his back on me to read in private).

The stupid yippy dog next door has woken him up a whopping 10 minutes into his nap, and right now I hear him saying "woof woof" to himself in his room. That's cute, but I'm thinking of murdering the dog.

Weekend Photos.

Check out this beach bunny in his 1920s bathing costume:


Can you find the happy swinging baby in this photo?


It is a challenge to get Smily McWriggles-a-Lot into his pajamas sometimes:


Perhaps it's because there are so many cool things to look at. This was my Sesame Street musical thingy when I was little:


He is also fond of turning off the light (note new Andy Warhol Elvis switch plate), but is not so good at turning it on again:

Photos, Stories.

Usually when I wash Windsor's hair, he goes to bed with it wet -- resulting in the sometimes insanely huge pompadour he often has. One day a few weeks ago, he needed a bath in the morning (don't ask!) and so I got to see the hair air-dry. The curls! Of course, my camera is cruddy, but hopefully you can see how awesome his 50s doo-wop curl is up front:



The other day Windsor was busy in the bathroom playing with his tub toys in the middle of the day. I heard them all hit the tub as he tossed them in. Then I heard crying. Somehow he'd tossed himself in there too but was apparently confused about how it happened. He got over it and played in there for almost half an hour (if you apply the Standard Toddler Conversion, this is approximately 4 hours):



Windsor didn't get to meet his great-grandmother Dot, but she would be so happy to see that he is enjoying the rocking chair she gave us:

Beep Beep.