Happy New Year!

For your information, the way you start the New Year right is to go see trains. On New Year's Day we went to a train center outside of London just as I requested. Dad didn't put up much of a fight because he felt "delicate." The night before, we went to a party and dad tried for the first and last time an elixir called Aquavit. When he rolled me home later in the stroller, mom had to keep yelling at him to "stop weaving all over the sidewalk." On New Year's Day, I accomplished the unthinkable, I wrestled my dad into submission! I was triumphant and he was...well...green.

Speaking of green, I was a little afraid of this green engine which made a very loud PEEP! before it left the station.

Can't smile for the camera, very busy riding the steam train.

Didn't I just tell you that I was too busy to smile?

Hope you got to start your 2010 doing something you like with the ones you love as well! I just know this will be a great year and I send to you, my flock, all the warmest Saxontology blessings for health, happiness and a minimum of 'time outs'.

Just Call Me Santa....

This year, I got the principle part in the Christmas performance and given my shaky tearful reindeer performance last year, I was out to impress. Consequently, I decided to employ an acting technique used by many of my fellow thespians. For four days before the performance, I insisted that I be referred to as only "Santa" in my daily activities and when called my actual name, I failed to respond until addressed by my character name. Even my nursery school teachers had to call me Santa if they expected me to tidy up, sit down to lunch or otherwise behave as I was told. In addition, I referred to myself in the third person as "Santa" as in "Santa has finished his dinner now" or "Dad, come wipe Santa's bum!" It was also not a coincidence that I "accidentally" wore the pants from the Santa costume home once during rehearsals. It isn't easy to just come out of character, you know. I also was a bit confused as to who we were talking about when we discussed this Santa character who would be coming to visit Gammy's house in a sleigh. I kept trying to make my parents understand that I would be arriving on a big airplane. In the end, it got sorted out...sort of. Although I still like to call myself Santa sometimes....

Oh! Last minute wardrobe fix...that's what you get when you mix a paper belt with a robust girth.
My brilliant solo! I sang "When Santa Got Stuck Up the Chimney" loudly and all by myself!
Gripping my own props on and off the stage...hey, it was a very low budget production.

Nobody but Santa sits in the chimney.Jingle Bells!
.Group sing: We Wish You a Merry Christmas.

Santa loves mince pies!
And I wanted to include a picture of my Gingerbread house just because it is so gorgeous. (Note Santa stuck up the chimney...)

Birthday Party Number 2

But the three-o-rama gala did not end with just one party. I had to celebrate at nursery school too. Continuing with the NeeNar theme, I had a fireman cake.
















A little pre-party snack....


















Here I am basking in the glow of the adoration of my peers and teachers as they sing happy birthday to me. You have no idea how many times I had to sing "happy birthday" to one of the other children as they got to stand up there like king of the world. FINALLY, it was my turn!






















Even Trixie got into the spirit of the party and clapped along with everyone singing "Happy Birthday."









And they even let me cut my own cake with this fantastic huge knife!!!!

Only the MOST AWESOME birthday party!

So, as you know, I recently turned THREE! Mom and Dad planned a birthday party at a wonderful place called Gymboree and invited all my friends. After a mildly emotional beginning regarding the transportation of my precious cupcakes (see Beatrixed for more details), we got the party started.

As per my request, the theme was firetrucks or as I call them, "Nee Nars."





I drove the fire truck.








I climbed up on the back of the ladder truck.













I put out fires.


















I slid down the firepole.


















Even Trixie played firegirl.


















I jumped around and popped bubbles. (Not fireman themed but fun anyway).












Then, we had pizza and...


















....CUPCAKES! We sang happy birthday to me.













Needless to say, I went home, passed on dinner, skipped the bath and told daddy "no story tonight please." I was shattered.

The next day, I woke up and asked my mom first thing, "Is today Saxon's birthday?" which in threeyearoldese means "I had a rockin' good time!"

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?

What a football hooligan looks like...

There is a very famous footballer who plays for Manchester United.

If he has taught me anything, it is that the more hair product you use, the better football you play.

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?