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!
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.
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
And now, back to nursery school I return. No doubt they have been lost without me....
Aunt Kate came to visit me from New York and I introduced her to life with the Saxonator in London.
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.
we went into the West End and visited Dad's office. Don't I look cool in Dad's hat?
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.
After Christmas, Mom, Dad, Kari and I loaded up the car and drove North to the Lake District. We stayed in a cottage in the countryside surrounded by sheep. I love to say "Sheep!" whenever I see them and I said it very often as I sat in my car seat and we drove around the countryside.
Did you know, dear Saxontologists, that there are ALOT of sheep in England? These are one, two of the sheep outside the cottage. (ps. I like to count now even though it sometimes is with my own made-up numbers.)
In the cottage, I had my own tiny room (and crib). The room was so tiny that my dad had to jam the crib behind the door so I couldn't escape from bed and wander at night....but I could still open the door and yell at them when I was bored!
I quickly found the vaccume cleaner as I had forgotten my own at home.
Here we are walking near Conniston Water.
Did you know that if you yell, "Hey duck!" they do not respond?
Dad and I in front of the Old Man of Conniston (a mountain Dad says that we will climb when I am bigger). As you can tell from my coughing, I was still trying to get over a virus that had been plaguing me.
Mom, Dad, Kari and I went to Ambleside and ambled around. Kari got sick of walking and happily rode in the stroller while I surfed my buggy board.
On New Year's Eve, we drove even further North to the borderlands of Scotland to a town called Carlisle. Carlisle is famous for being the Western outpost of Hadrian's Wall (which was built by these guys called the Romans which really seem to excite my Dad).
Personally, I liked the choo choo exhibit best. Dad says that my strange fascination with choo choos can only be genetic and inherited from Poppy Fred.
Mom said that she was very sorry that these stocks were not available for purchase at the museum giftshop.
We spent New Year's Day near Beatrix Potter's house in Near Sawrey walking. We walked to a pond where I am sure Jeremy Fisher lives (he didn't come out...it was too cold) called Moss Eccles Tarn.
Here I am with Dad at the church in Far Sawrey on the walk.
The next day, we walked near Hawkshead but, I only have this photo because I was too grouchy and insisted on walking BY MYSELF (which, between you and me, sucked).
Here I am with mom at Heathrow airport where we picked up the rental car. You might think that I consider myself too big to be a papoose. But you would be wrong. I still enjoy riding in my carrier. I can carry on extended conversations with mom and dad when I am right next to their ears and if I happen to loose their attention, I can regain it quickly with a simple hair tug!
Did I mention how much I like to ride in my car seat? It gives me a great sense of power sitting in the captain's chair.
On the first day, we drove Southeast out of London to Kent. We found rolling hills, picturesque villages and lots of sheep. On the second day, we drove Southwest to Hampshire and found more of the same!
Here I am with dad at a village pub. Yes, I did try to drink the lager but my mom snatched it away just in time.
Ooops! Quick front seat diaper change!
And so, after a pastoral weekend, I am back to my urban grind. On Monday morning, Iam back to work in the office (also referred to as the sandbox) and the very serious business of digging, burying and sharing with others.
Last weekend, we went up to the country (mom and dad seem to have a bizarre fascination with it) and visited some of dad's friends who live on a pond. Afterwards, we went to a Fall festival.
Oh, hello, I didn't see you there....have we met before?
Then, I got in the car and fell asleep. Just as I was dreaming of delicious ripe bananas (my favorite thing EVER!), I awoke in the middle of a field of pumpkins. How did yellow bananas become orange pumpkins?
Mom said I should pick one to make a Jack-o-Lantern for Halloween. Excuse me? You know, it really is exasperating how she uses all of this mumbo jumbo terminology that is outside my field of reference. Jack-o-Lantern? Halloween? (However, I have a strange feeling that this might have something to do with a creepy monkey suit hanging in my closet.)
Eventually, I picked this pumpkin.
Well, Saxontologists, I am back from lovely Maine. My dad took my mom for her birthday and, of course, me, the poodles, grandma G, grandpa F and crazy Lucy tagged along for the fun.
This was my first long drive anywhere so my parents weren't quite sure how I would handle the eight hour drive. We woke up pretty early on the morning of the drive and I had my usual hearty breakfast. We got in the car and I immediately fell asleep. Two hours later, I woke up and started crying (well, actually screaming) until I threw up my hearty breakfast all over the car seat, myself and Kari the poodle.
Then, I was quite happy and agreeable...I felt so much better. The bonus was that mom and dad had to make an unscheduled pit stop at the nearest rest stop (why were they holding their noses?) so everyone could get wiped down with baby wipes. I even got to take a little spritz in the rest stop bathroom...ahhhh, so refreshing!
Two hours after that, the rest of my hearty breakfast (who knew there was more?) came out the other end all over my clothes and the carseat. One more unscheduled pit stop, a change into outfit number three and mom and dad's sad attempt to hermetically seal my carseat with grocery sacks to dampen the smell got us back on the road. This is daddy driving really fast to try and air out the car...can you see how the stink is making his eyes tear?
Three outfits, five hundred miles and two worn out parents later, we got to Bernard, Maine, we set up at a house on the ocean. This is the back meadow behind the house that leads to the shore.
Then, it was time to take care of logistics. Dad and I went to the grocery store and bought food for the week (that Grandma G cooked). Sadly, my arms were just slightly too short to reach that number pad to punch in my secret code...SAXON666!
We also went to a nearby lobster pound and dad ate a crab roll. I just got the crummy roll because Mom says no shellfish for a while.
Just beyond the meadow behind our house is the water. Dad took me out in this new backpack contraption out there. I have decided that I really like riding in this carrier because I can: (1) pull my dad's hair; (2) pinch the back of his arms; (3) talk to other people face-to-face; and (my favorite) (4) yell deafeningly in my dad's ear. Dad says that he has mixed feelings this newest baby item.
Here I am with mom, dad and the poodles walking on the shore.
Oh yeah, I forgot reason #5 why I like the backpack carrier. It is totally awesome to sleep in.
Grandma, Grandpa and crazy Lucy also came with us on our walks sometimes.
Grandma did some quilting with the dogs too while on vacation.
On my mom's birthday, my dad went fishing and brought back a very alarming item. They tell me that it is called a lobster. I call it disturbing.
I tried to sample the lobster but found the shell much too difficult to gum. This is clearly a job for a baby with a full set of gnashers...sadly, I am not that baby.
Even on vacation, these annoying gates seem to follow me.
They do not understand, however, that they are not dealing with an ordinary baby willing to accept the artifical limitations of wood and plastic. There is no thwarting the machinations of a criminal mastermind! Ha, Ha, Ha!
Here I am with my mom and a seagull in Acadia National Park. 
These are the poodles who co-piloted the backseat on the way back home...we were all pretty tired from the trip. The good news is that no, I did not throw up on the poodle a second time...although she is scheduled to be groomed as a result of the first episode.
And that is it crazy Saxontologists! We got home from Maine in record time. My mom had a very nice birthday and told me that she was very happy that she could spend it with me this year. (I was in Maine last year too but I was still in her belly. ) 
