The Vagabond Tales of Saxon Begin....

The strangest thing happened to me last week. Three very large men came to our apartment and started to put everything in our house in boxes. My bed, my toys, my clothes, my books all went into boxes. Then, they took all the boxes and carried them out and put them in front of my house.

Then, they put all of the boxes into one very, very big green box. And THEN, the big green box drove off!

How is a baby supposed to make sense of that?

Mom, dad, Kari, Kiki and I got into the car and drove to Gammy and Poppy's house. The next day, Dad left for a strange destination that Uncle Tim calls "blighty." Meanwhile, Mom and I are staying here at Gammy and Poppy's house with all the poodles for a while.

During the last week in Pawling, I have discovered the joys of alphabet soup, systematically opening every kitchen cabinet for Gammy, riding in the grocery store cart, screaming at the Japanese restaurant and, of course, there is always the old standby--tormenting the poodles. I even learned how to scoot (backwards) on the little toy car!

HOWEVER, I continue to refuse to walk. I don't care what they say about 14 month old babies. I am not at all impressed with my so-called walking colleagues. I say that walking is totally overrated...particularly when I can crawl wherever I need to get FASTER than some other looser can toddle. When someone can convince me that walking is so great, maybe I will entertain it as an option.

In the meantime, I remain mixing and mingling at poodle level (except when the poodle jumps into my stroller).

Saxontology goes international!

"We haven't spoken in so long."
" Why have you been giving me the silent treatment?"
" What is happening in your world?"
" Have I inadvertently offended you, Saxonator, in some egregious way?"
"Why do you treat me like this? Aren't we friends?"

No doubt you have been frantically asking yourself all these questions in a vain attempt to rationalize the inexplicable blog-o-sphere silence that you have felt from this end of the computer. However, I am here to tell you that it isn't you...it's me. I have been a very bad boy. I have not blogged for a very long time. Mea culpa.

However, in my defense, I have been extremely busy. I have been preparing emotionally in the form of watching my mom frantically organize for a major life change.
Because, the very good news is...wait for it....I will soon have new adventures to relate IN LONDON!!!!

That is right dear readers....we are taking the Saxontology lifestyle international.

...and I already know what I will be wearing!

Christmas at Gammy and Poppy's house

Sorry for the late Christmas post! I still don't exactly get the "Christmas" concept but I can tell you that it was an interesting day.

Basically, it involved lots of paper and sparkly ribbon and watching my cousin Sarah run around like a whirling dervish. Somewhere in there, I got a little truck with animals that I really liked because it plays "Old MacDonald" when you push a button.

Lucky for Dad, I found the box just as interesting as the truck because it took him FOREVER to get it finally unwrapped from the packaging.

Sarah asked for a Care Bear for Christmas and Santa brought her TWO! She said that she got two because she "was extra good this year."

Adam got a choo choo that he found quite interesting as well!



On the whole, we had a very nice Christmas at Gammy and Poppy's house.

I Rock!

On Saturday, we went to music class and I introduced my dad the lifestyle of a rockin' Brooklyn baby. The drums are my specialty.
During the all instrument reggae jam, I busted out all the stops to impress my dad and played the drum while simultaneously chewing on the eggplant shaped shaker.



Hey man, if Axel Rose can do it, why can't I?

Countdown to Christmas...

The countdown has begun! The problem is, I have absolutely no idea what we are talking about (and I can't count). Dad says that I was around for Christmas last year so this is no new thing. I have to admit, however, that last year is really, really fuzzy. I vaguely remember...to be honest, I remember nothing.

So far, this year, my research has revealed that "Christmas" involves some very interesting crumply paper and terrifically chokable bows. Mom makes lists and talks to herself alot. (Apparently, this is an organizational technique.)

As for me, well, I am turning on the charm. I am sure there is something in this whole "Christmas" thing for me. I just haven't figured out the angle yet.

It's my birthday and I can go bonkers if I want to!

And then, it is time to tell about what happens when a Saxon turns one. First, you are given lots of wonderful boxes covered in fantastically noisy paper.

Then, the box is opened to reveal toys and clothing that is generally less interesting than the box and paper.

Uncle Tim has footballer aspirations for me. I am unconvinced.

But that is not the best part. The best part is....

That is right. Food is involved in this one year birthday celebration...much to my delight.

Some strange tradition involving candles delays the gratification of cake for just a bit. What are we doing here? Are we eating cake or what?

So, I try birthday cake for the first time.

Not bad, kind of sweet.

I think I like this.

ALOT!

I FEEL FUNNY...I JUST WANT TO GIGGLE UNCONTROLLABLY.

I AM BUZZZZZZING!

uh, oh....sugar crash Very soon after this photo, I cried, took a bath and went to bed early fearing a major sugar hangover the next day. I might have overdone it a bit.

Luckily, I felt pretty good the next day so mom, dad and I went for a walk in Regent's Park.

We took the subway which I thought was very exciting.

The next day, it was time to go back to Brooklyn. I was really, really amped for the entire seven hours. I decided that I would set a personal challenge...is it possible to perform a transatlantic scream. Answer: YES!

But as soon as I got in the car for the ride home to Brooklyn, the supreme effort expended in performing the superhuman transatlantic scream caught up with me. My mom and dad were slightly annoyed with me that I decided to sleep only upon arriving home. What they don't understand is how good it feels to be back in Brooklyn.

The Epic Adventure Continues

So, the adventure continues! Me, mom and dad rented a car and went to Brighton for a day. I mentioned earlier that mom and dad didn't speak very much because they were concentrating on driving on the other side of the road. I didn't have to concentrate too much driving the car seat on the other side of the back seat so I fell asleep.

When we got to Brighton, we walked along the pier and looked at the rides. Sadly, it is the middle of winter and a school day so there weren't any kids to watch. Luckily, however, the sun was shining (although I wouldn't want to go swimming!).

We went to Harry Ramsden's for "world famous fish and chips." I got to try it for the first time and I LOVE IT! As you can see, me and my dad are both big fans of fish and chips. Does that make me very, very British?

After we returned to London, I got to spend one evening with just Grandma P and Grandad N. They did the whole evening routine--feed me, play with me, love me, bathe me, dress me in pjs, put me to bed, listen to me scream, put me to bed again. Mom, dad, Uncle Tim and Aunt Rebecca went out for a night on the town. Here are Uncle Tim and Aunt Rebecca after "a night of freedom" (from whom I wonder) in the cab riding home.

And here I am ONE YEAR OLD!!! My mom took this photo of me on the morning of my birthday. Don't I look so much older?