Just call me baby beefcake...

Friday was HOT! Mom says that it is supposed to cool down and Fall is starting but I don't feel it! So, we met He-man and his mom on Friday in the park to hang out in the sprinklers.

Just a tip from an expert: the key to success at the park sprinklers can be summed up in one word--containers.

You call them "man boobs." I call them "pectorals in training."

Speaking of fleshy fortitude, everywhere I go these days, people seem to call me "big boy" or "ham hocks" or "husky" and my friends refer to me as "the Saxonator." I haven't really given it much thought until now because, well, I just like the attention. But I never really considered the meaning behind such names...until this weekend.

Dad, mom, the poodles and I went up to Grandma and Grandpa's house in Pawling this weekend. I was really excited because my super cool cousin Sarah was there too with Aunt Kate and baby cousin Adam. Sarah is soooooo awesome because she can walk and talk and sing and do whatever she wants. But, this weekend, we found out that I am stronger than her. A few times, I found one of her toys that she didn't want me to play with and try as she might, she had a very HARD time getting it back. She tried to reason with me by telling me "Saxon, that is not nice" while trying to pull it away. Neither approach worked because: 1) I am immune to reason and 2) I am a physical powerhouse who loves to play tug-of-war. As a rule, it takes the collective efforts of Sarah and a nearby adult to release my vice like grip because, I really have no clue how strong I am.

And that might explain how I broke grandma's door decor. You see, now that I can stand up by myself, I use everything that I can get my hands on as a brace. I was looking out the glass door, grabbed hold of the wooden slat to stand up, started to pull and SNAP! This is a re-enactment of what I did when it broke (note the missing wooden slat). By the way, I was smiling when it originally happened as well because, let's face it, it was pretty cool. It was just like when those karate guys chop a piece of wood in half...or at least, it made the same impressive sound.

In my nine months of life, I have developed a little life philosophy that dictates that I live in the moment and feel bad about nothing. That means, I have already identified my next project.....