Bonjour Mes Amis!

Here I am with my sister and Maxime smushed into the backseat and cruising Southward! Our boat to France.

Lucky Ms. Kari got her own little spot by my mom's feet. She refused to sit back with the kids!

Maxime and I have arrived! (That's the French coastline in the background.)

Three days in a tree house and still loving it! (My daddy, on the other hand, looks slightly worse for the wear.)

Our house in St. Briac had TWO water hoses! Once I was finished squirting my sister with one, I could squirt the poodle with the other!!! Heaven.

Blackberries grow in France too! Yum.

Looking exotic and European in my tight white underpants and sexy physique!

Me and daddy at the beach!

Storytime with Daddy!

I love this girl. She puts up with all my torment and loves to play with me anyway...

My impersonation of a noodle on vacation.

Nobody said that having fun wasn't a dirty job.

Had to include this photo because I just look so cool.

Cap Frehel: 360 degree ocean views, sheer cliff drops and high winds. Note to self: do not let go of mommy's hand.

I took this photo! Just had to photograph the really cool emergency rescue vehicle at Cap Frehel. You should have seen the ropes, winches and bazillions of tools.

Me and Trixie at St. Lunaire beach.

Can you say gorgeous highlights? And it's all natural!

Oops! Already time to go home. A last minute wee wee in France with my dad in my glow-in-the-dark pjs and then home to England.

And so Saxontologists, like a rolling stone, I gather no moss. The travels continue. Next stop: New York!

My French Visitor!

My French friend (and idol), Maxime, came to visit me! The 12 year old big boy came to hang out with moi! I taught him all sorts of useful English phrases like "Saxon, calm down," "Saxon, chill out," "Saxon, sit down properly" and "Saxon, don't freak out." I like to focus on "practical English vernacular" in my lessons.

First stop for Maxime, the RAF Air Museum. Awesome. Maxime and I flying away...sort of.

After hard work picking blackberries, Maxime and I relax at the pub.

Can you feel the love? Is this guy awesome or what?

Me. Doing what I do best.

More summer adventures to come!

Future Volcanologist?

A recent interview with noted volcanologist and lover of all things technical, the Saxonator. (Note the annoying little sister in the background attempting to steal the limelight...)

Auntie Kate Visited Me!

Aunt Kate came to visit me from New York and I introduced her to life with the Saxonator in London.

We went walking in Buckinghamshire on Saturday. Well, Kate, mom and dad walked. Trixie rode in the baby carrier. I walked, cried, went boneless and finally (victory!) my dad carried me.

On Monday, we went into the West End and visited Dad's office. Don't I look cool in Dad's hat?

Kate came with Mom to pick me up from nursery school. Unfortunately, she discoverd that I love nursery school soooo much that I am often begging to go back in after I have been enticed (or carried) out the door. Hummm, maybe I can climb back in through the letter box....

Kari was happy to see Kate as well. She spent most of her time sleeping on Kate's bed.

choo choorific!

Mom, Dad, Trixie and I went to the Buckinghamshire Train Centre two weekends ago and, thus far, it is the best thing that I have done since...well, since I was born.

This is a steam train that mom, dad, trixie and I rode. It really DOES say 'choo choo' when the big puffs of smoke come out.

Dad and I rode the miniature train past miniature houses, windmills and animals. We even went through a miniature tunnel and the train said 'peep peep'!

I saw miniature trains that made me feel very BIG.

I saw real trains that made me feel very small.

Just after this photo was taken, I ran off yelling, "bye bye Mommy! bye bye Daddy!" I was ready to live here forever but, sadly, my parents had other ideas. As with many days in the life of a two year old, it all ended in tears.....

...but only until I got into my carseat and it all faded to black.

Another Toddler Mystery Solved and Her Name Is Trixie!

As I have mentioned, in recent months my parents have been speaking in code. They have been using new terms like "sister", "Trixie" and "baby" with abandon and, to be quite honest, I haven't had the faintest idea what they were saying. Wednesday morning, I got the answer. When I woke up to go to nursery school, my dad said that Trixie was downstairs waiting to meet me! I walked into the kitchen to see a large blow up pool full of water (which mom says I get to keep and play in this summer!) and my mom sitting on the couch holding a Teeny Tiny Trixie only 10 minutes old.



When I got back from nursery school, Trixie was waiting for me. I examined her closely and noticed that she has eyes, ears, a nose and a mouth. She says, "wahhhhhh" alot. Then, I went to work on my tool bench....DIY helps me process. (Look closely at my shirt...)



Kari seems to think that perhaps Trixie is HER puppy. She doesn't like it when I get too rowdy near Trixie and growls and disciplines me. I love this new game of wrestle and hope that Trixie is impressed with my gladiator-like poodle taming skills.



Although I am still new to this big brother thing, I am already getting the hang of it. I have discovered that I can now talk with mom and dad even more about my current favorite subjects--crying, diapers, underpants, no-nos and poops--because they all apply to her as well.



Well, I have finally solved the mystery of my parents' coded language and I am pretty happy with the result. Welcome home Beatrix Thelma....I am so excited to be your new big brother.