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.

Photo Catchup!

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

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.

Cotton Candy!

Notebook.

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.

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.

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:



Cool!

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.)