Christmas=Fire Station

Santa is magic because he knows EXACTLY what every kid wants. He knew that my sister needed a doll house and that I needed a fire station. What self-respecting four year old boy doesn't NEED a fire station?
Oh yeah, I got some other presents. In fact, I got so many things that I told my mom and dad that "my hands are getting tired from opening presents."
But I fought through the pain and opened every single one of the gifts (and even a few of my sister's when she wasn't looking).

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Best Birthday EVER!

This is my 100th post to Saxontology and it seems fitting that it is about celebrating my fourth birthday. That's right Saxontologists, your messiah is an official big boy! The festivities were held at Bramley's Indoor Play Centre and a very select guestlist was invited. In fact, my mom tried to photgraph me in the play area but I was just too FAST. My party buddies and I travelled in a pack of hyped up climbing, sliding, jumping, rolling, screaming monkeys and as any National Geographic photographer will tell you, we are nearly impossible to catch on film.
After 90 minutes of unrepentant playing, we were mellow enough to sit down for 20 minutes of eating and birthday cake.
Who sat me next to her?!?Here comes my gorgeous strawberry cake. I picked it out myself!

Wishing for tools, tools, and more tools!

One word: YUM!

Of course I wasn't awake when I got home in the car. You know me well enough by now to realize that I burn hot like the sun and when it is lights out, it all goes dark.

Happy Birthday to Me!!