Happy St. George's Day!

What is it? WHAT IS IT? It is St. Patrick's Day for Brits. To celebrate, we (meaning, us Brits) dress up in red and white and then proceed with our usual daily routine. Until, of course, quitting time. Then, we go out to the local pubs and totally debauch ourselves mid-week, do something completely embarassing and drag ourselves into work the next day looking like death warmed over and apologizing profusely for all naughty behavior committed the previous night.

The two year old version is actually quite similar but involving less alcohol and more sugar. I celebrated by dressing in red and white (my mom snuck in a little blue just to remain patriotic to my American half) and going to nursery school as usual.

In the afternoon, the nursery had a blow out party in the garden during which I stuffed my face with way too many cupcakes, sucked down oodles of juice, snuck a few too many candies and ran around bonkers with this lovely St. George's Day crown that I made.

When it was time to go, I went boneless and was reduced to a sobbing heap that my mom had to literally carry out the door. As expected, I passed out once I got home. However, for the record, I did NOT apologize for my naughty behavior on the previous day. It is my personal view that a two year old should NEVER apologize for being a two year old and besides, it feels good to be a little bad once in a while....

Auntie Kate Visited Me!

Aunt Kate came to visit me from New York and I introduced her to life with the Saxonator in London.

We went 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.

On Monday, we went into the West End and visited Dad's office. Don't I look cool in Dad's hat?

Kate 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.

choo choorific!

Mom, Dad, Trixie and I went to the Buckinghamshire Train Centre two weekends ago and, thus far, it is the best thing that I have done since...well, since I was born.

This is a steam train that mom, dad, trixie and I rode. It really DOES say 'choo choo' when the big puffs of smoke come out.

Dad and I rode the miniature train past miniature houses, windmills and animals. We even went through a miniature tunnel and the train said 'peep peep'!

I saw miniature trains that made me feel very BIG.

I saw real trains that made me feel very small.

Just after this photo was taken, I ran off yelling, "bye bye Mommy! bye bye Daddy!" I was ready to live here forever but, sadly, my parents had other ideas. As with many days in the life of a two year old, it all ended in tears.....

...but only until I got into my carseat and it all faded to black.

A New Blogtrix in the blogosphere...

She may not have much to say yet about it all but you can find updates about Beatrix's world at http://www.beatrixed.blogspot.com/

Frankly, however, all I have seen is alot of eating and sleeping....

Life As a Big Brother...

...isn't so bad! Gammy came to visit me and we cooked cakes and yummies. (Do you like my latest favorite hedgehog t-shirt?)
Dad and I still have lots of time for reading and playing.
I get to talk about Trixie's dirty diapers (which gives me such a sense of superiority since I now wee wee in the potty).
I like being a big brother so much that I even sneak Trixie little kisses when no one is looking....

What a difference 10 days makes!

You wouldn't believe how different she looks now! Gammy came to visit a few days ago (more on that in another post) and she says that Trixie looks exactly like my mom as a baby. My dad says that he thinks she looks like my mom as well. My mom says that she 'lacks perspective'...whatever that means.
Kari thinks that the baby looks like her because she is convinced that Beatrix is HER puppy.
Mostly, however, Trixie does this...which is fine with me because then I get Gammy, Mom and Dad all to myself!

Another Toddler Mystery Solved and Her Name Is Trixie!

As I have mentioned, in recent months my parents have been speaking in code. They have been using new terms like "sister", "Trixie" and "baby" with abandon and, to be quite honest, I haven't had the faintest idea what they were saying. Wednesday morning, I got the answer. When I woke up to go to nursery school, my dad said that Trixie was downstairs waiting to meet me! I walked into the kitchen to see a large blow up pool full of water (which mom says I get to keep and play in this summer!) and my mom sitting on the couch holding a Teeny Tiny Trixie only 10 minutes old.



When I got back from nursery school, Trixie was waiting for me. I examined her closely and noticed that she has eyes, ears, a nose and a mouth. She says, "wahhhhhh" alot. Then, I went to work on my tool bench....DIY helps me process. (Look closely at my shirt...)



Kari seems to think that perhaps Trixie is HER puppy. She doesn't like it when I get too rowdy near Trixie and growls and disciplines me. I love this new game of wrestle and hope that Trixie is impressed with my gladiator-like poodle taming skills.



Although I am still new to this big brother thing, I am already getting the hang of it. I have discovered that I can now talk with mom and dad even more about my current favorite subjects--crying, diapers, underpants, no-nos and poops--because they all apply to her as well.



Well, I have finally solved the mystery of my parents' coded language and I am pretty happy with the result. Welcome home Beatrix Thelma....I am so excited to be your new big brother.