My Boris Karloff Moment

BLAH! I am a very scary vampire who wants to drink your blood...or fruit juice works just as well. By the way, do you find it an interesting coincidence that I share a birthdate with Boris Karloff?


Every modern vampire needs a reliable set of wheels!
Here I am with the little girl in my nursery school class who I call "my girlfriend." We like to hold hands.

These photos were taken BEFORE I got so hopped up on sugar that I became a...

BLURRRRRRRR!
When not playing the role of scary vampire, I am exploring the art of pumpkin carving. The best part is scraping out all the gooey seeds and stuff.
The French kids next door helped me with the carving. Note the intense concentration necessary for the sous carver.

BOO! Which is scarier--the ghost or my eyebrows?

If the physique fits....

As you faithful followers of Saxontology are aware, I am not a 'slim Jim' of a toddler and although I have lost some baby chunkiness since I started walking, I wouldn't consider myself to be slight. I am still a hearty eater and an enthusiastic milk drinker and, consequently, I do maintain both a prominent gut and moobs to be proud of. When considering my costume options therefore, it seemed natural to play up my best beefcake assets. The obvious choice, therefore, was pumpkin.

The truth is that I loved my costume soooo much that as soon as my mom put it on, I refused to take it off and INSISTED on wearing it to nursery school. I didn't care that I was the only one wearing a costume. I thought it made me special. (According to my teachers, the only time they got it off of me was to change my diaper...ONCE and only ONCE.) Later in the afternoon, all of the other kids put their costumes on and we had a very British "Halloween Tea Party" in the garden. I ate lots of sugar, felt zippy and ran around like a madman. Needless to say, I was all smiles when my mom came!

This is a photo taken a few days later by my Great Aunt K who came to visit me in London (with Great Uncle W). Of course, I had to show them all the sights (that a 2 year old would consider worthy) and here I am with mom and dad in the park with the BEST playground...Holland Park.

(Special thanks to Great Aunt K for the photos...you made overcast London look bright!)