Huxley is 4.

Somehow, my last baby is 4 today. Four feels different. It's not a baby. It's not quite "big kid." It's the sweet in-between where he still climbs on my lap, but also insists, "I can do it myself, Mom." This year with you has been loud, fast, and full of personality. You wake up ready… Continue reading Huxley is 4.