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?
Kind of like the House of Windsor, only with less tiaras and more diapers.





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.