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.