Huxley at Four

"I don't need to hold your hand now, Mommy.  I'm a grown-up," Huxley says while walking across the street.  I love the confidence his birthday gave him, but I do insist on holding his hand. 

Huxley is a delightful child.  He can have extreme mood swings, but most of the time, he's the life of the party.  If I let him, he'd dance on our kitchen table. 

 

He loves airplanes, super heroes, play doh, making cookies with Mommy, weekly trips to the comic book store with  Daddy, and fixing anything that looks remotely broken.  And, if it's not broken, he'll fix that too. 

He's shy for a minute, and then his brain opens revealing everything inside.  He'll tell you how he lost a raggy on an airplane two years ago when he moved to Seattle, how pumpkins rot, how the squirrels took the apples in our backyard, and his address.  But, he'll say it so fast, you won't understand a word of it.  As Thadd noted on our visit: "Everytime I see Huxley, he talks too much." 

He loves to pretend and most days lives in a different universe.  The couch cushions are ripped apart daily and turned into airplanes, boats, bat caves, space shuttles, lunar rovers, and pirate ships. When he's wearing clothes, it's normally one of his costumes or at least a cape.  He's never Huxley, but make sure you get his name right. 

We are excited to see what adventures year four brings.  No doubt, many more memories and a lot of fun
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