Alpine Saxon

Yes, it HAS been a long time my saxontologists! Of course, being the full-time, 24 7 international kid that I am, I have been busy. Most recently, I took a little time out from my extremely busy nursery school regime to go to Switzerland.In Switzerland, I rode funny little cars that dangle off of wires called telecabines. I had a telecabine of my very own in the garden of the house where we stayed. Mom says naughty Swiss children go for time outs in telecabines. Lucky for her, I am never naughty.

Good playgrounds in Switzerland too.
Dad had the brilliant idea that we should take a car train from one part of Switzerland to another. We drove the car up on the train and it started up. Seemed interesting....


....but nobody told me we were entering a PITCH BLACK tunnel that went directly through mountains and ran at 80 miles an hour for 40 frightening minutes!!!! Yes, you are looking at two freaked out kids!Lots more hiking and mountain stuff. All very exhausting and as my mom always says, I have two settings:

SAXON "ON" and


Saxon "OFF".And now, back to nursery school I return. No doubt they have been lost without me....

Whose birthday is coming up?

MINE!!! That really isn't the subject of this post but I had to mention it. I talk about it at least twenty times a day....just so my parents don't forget. In fact, this post doesn't have any theme. Instead, I decided to share a few recent photos because I know that, after years of being a Saxontologist, you just like the occasional paparazzi shot. You are a fan. That's okay. I accept and welcome you with open arms into the fold of my personal fan club.

Here I am standing on the Mall in front of the Queen's house. It is only 3pm and already nearly dark....holy Northern Latitude Batman!

Over the weekend, my dad and I went to the hardware store and bought screws, bolts, various screwdrivers and a big piece of wood. We built a screwing unit (sorry grandma...is that lewd?) that has kept me busy ever since. Did I mention that I LOVE tools? Did I mention that my birthday is coming up?

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....

Riding the Rails in Wales!

Did you know that Wales is the land of the choo choos? Well, it is. Sure, some people go for the mountains and walking. Some go for the beaches. Some even go for the history. As for me, well, I go for the trains.

And, of course, because I am two (and a half) and I generally get my way or do this....everyone went on choo choos! In fact, I did five choo choos in four days....try to top THAT!!!

Including a choo choo underground where I wore a bob the builder hat.

A tiny choo choo that went through a tiny town.

A steam choo choo.

A choo choo diner.

I even rode a choo choo to the top of the mountain!

Then, I scared my Daddy by screaming "I want to go down!" and pointing over the cliff. (You never saw my Daddy go so pale!)

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you about the cottage that we stayed in that I referred to as "Saxon's house."

And I helped Daddy build fires in the fireplace while Mommy, Kari and Trixie watched.

And I spent all my Daddy's pocket change driving a tractor that only worked for 10 minutes every time he put a pound in the slot. And I fished with sticks, and went walking and counted sheep (there are lots of them!) .

And I, and I and I...zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz....

Snow (!) in London

I learned a new word today...SNOW! I woke up and looked out my window to find the biggest snowstorm in London in 18 years! Of course, for me, it was the biggest snowstorm EVER (that I remember). Mom, Dad and I went out to play in the snow and I got to wear my beloved wellies! (They make me feel invincible!)

I particularly enjoyed walking through the deep snow drifts but occasionally, dada had to pull me out when I yelled, "Dada! Help me! I'm stuck!"

The kids next door built a snowman and I really wanted to steal the carrot nose. Of course, those are the sorts of inappropriate urges that you have when you are 2!