Bonjour! Merci! I speak French!

Say fromage! I am back from my holidays (that's what I call vacation) in Brittany and boy do I have some photos to show you! While I admit that I was THRILLED to get back to nursery school and away from those geezers known as my parents, I do miss the French countryside. Yesterday, in fact, I casually referred to the tree house where I stayed in France as "Saxon's treehouse at my home." Now, if you understand me and my convoluted toddler logic correctly (and I think that you do), this means that the London mews house is no longer "home" only to be usurped by a much better place called France where people live in trees. But, more about that later...

Anyway, here are some photos of my adventures in no particular order...

First, we drove our car into a boat which we then sailed across the sea....mind bogglingly awesome for a two (nearly three) year old. The boat was especially cool because we got out of the car, went upstairs and ate chips, drank juice and ran around like a manic for three hours. Wierd how dad seemed so tired afterwards....

I met a nice little kitty cat that I named "Saxon's kitty cat" at the cottage where I stayed.

I played in the swimming pool at the cottage.

I went to St. Malo and took photos of the boats.

I did lots of sightseeing with my hairy-faced dad.

I whispered (sort of) in a church in Dinan.

I went to the beach and announced immediately upon arrival with a note of genuine panic in my voice, "Mommy, I NEED my sand tools." ps. The tiny pink thing in the chair is Trixie!

I ate lots of ice cream. My new favorite flavor is 'sundae'!

I met Arthur and Margot who seemed suprisingly unimpressed with my highly developed communication skills honed after many in depth toy-related conversations in nursery school.

I went to Omaha Beach and re-enacted the agony, emotion and terror of the D-Day invasion. (Actually, I was just mad at my mom and dad for walking too fast.)

I went to Mont St. Michel which is a mouthful so I just call it the "castle."

Speaking of mouthful, I ate yummy omlettes at the castle.

I visited my mom's friend Edwige and her three sons, Antoine, Vincent and Maxim and I tried gallettes (Brittany pancakes) for the first time. Why can't MY mom get an electric gallette maker so every day can be gallette day?

At Edwige's house, I met a donkey in love with a sheep whose sheep husband also lived with them in what the French call a 'manage a trois.' Of course, the complicated situation is only more confusing because the donkey's estranged ex-husband lives across town at Edwige's parents' house. Personally, I think it is easier to keep the chicken relationships straight...lots of hens, one rooster.

And finally, the pièce de résistance (as they say), I lived in a tree house for three days. That is correct Saxontologists, I lived with the birds, 30 feet up, amongst the leaves and branches and breeze. And I loved it!

I slept in a big boy bed....

....ate croissants for breakfast on the balcony...

....and paid the composting toilet my highest compliments....

This is the moulin (that is 'mill' for all you non-Frankophiles) where my friends Artur and Margot live and where the treehouses are.

This is Cyrus, the biggest teddy bear in France who lives at the moulin, guards the treehouses and plays with kids.

Finally, after nearly three weeks of pancakes, ice cream, frites and fun, it was time to cross the channel and go home again. My mom made me stand here in front of the ferry even though it is very, very obvious that I really needed to go wee wee. Just after this photo was taken, my mom did take me to my final French public toilet...but, as those of you who are familiar with the horrors of French public toilets know, that is an entirely different epic tale....