On Saturday, we went to music class and I introduced my dad the lifestyle of a rockin' Brooklyn baby. The drums are my specialty.
During the all instrument reggae jam, I busted out all the stops to impress my dad and played the drum while simultaneously chewing on the eggplant shaped shaker.
The countdown has begun! The problem is, I have absolutely no idea what we are talking about (and I can't count). Dad says that I was around for Christmas last year so this is no new thing. I have to admit, however, that last year is really, really fuzzy. I vaguely remember...to be honest, I remember nothing.
As for me, well, I am turning on the charm. I am sure there is something in this whole "Christmas" thing for me. I just haven't figured out the angle yet.
And then, it is time to tell about what happens when a Saxon turns one. First, you are given lots of wonderful boxes covered in fantastically noisy paper. 
Then, the box is opened to reveal toys and clothing that is generally less interesting than the box and paper.
Uncle Tim has footballer aspirations for me. I am unconvinced.
But that is not the best part. The best part is....
That is right. Food is involved in this one year birthday celebration...much to my delight.
Some strange tradition involving candles delays the gratification of cake for just a bit. What are we doing here? Are we eating cake or what?
o, I try birthday cake for the first time.
I think I like this.
ALOT!
I FEEL FUNNY...I JUST WANT TO GIGGLE UNCONTROLLABLY.
I AM BUZZZZZZING!
uh, oh....sugar crash Very soon after this photo, I cried, took a bath and went to bed early fearing a major sugar hangover the next day. I might have overdone it a bit.
Luckily, I felt pretty good the next day so mom, dad and I went for a walk in Regent's Park. 
We took the subway which I thought was very exciting.
The next day, it was time to go back to Brooklyn. I was really, really amped for the entire seven hours. I decided that I would set a personal challenge...is it possible to perform a transatlantic scream. Answer: YES!
But as soon as I got in the car for the ride home to Brooklyn, the supreme effort expended in performing the superhuman transatlantic scream caught up with me. My mom and dad were slightly annoyed with me that I decided to sleep only upon arriving home. What they don't understand is how good it feels to be back in Brooklyn.
So, the adventure continues! Me, mom and dad rented a car and went to Brighton for a day. I mentioned earlier that mom and dad didn't speak very much because they were concentrating on driving on the other side of the road. I didn't have to concentrate too much driving the car seat on the other side of the back seat so I fell asleep.
When we got to Brighton, we walked along the pier and looked at the rides. 
Sadly, it is the middle of winter and a school day so there weren't any kids to watch. Luckily, however, the sun was shining (although I wouldn't want to go swimming!).
We went to Harry Ramsden's for "world famous fish and chips." I got to try it for the first time and I LOVE IT! As you can see, me and my dad are both big fans of fish and chips. Does that make me very, very British?
After we returned to London, I got to spend one evening with just Grandma P and Grandad N. They did the whole evening routine--feed me, play with me, love me, bathe me, dress me in pjs, put me to bed, listen to me scream, put me to bed again. Mom, dad, Uncle Tim and Aunt Rebecca went out for a night on the town. Here are Uncle Tim and Aunt Rebecca after "a night of freedom" (from whom I wonder) in the cab riding home.
