Archer has joined the ranks of aging heartbreakers.

He quit being 3, despite my protests.

I realize that literally anyone reading this is is unsurprised by my kids growing up, but it’s high key traumatic. No one prepared me for babies that won’t stop being babies. I refuse to believe that they’re going to get any bigger than they are today.

Not that this little man cares.

He’s pretty excited to be 4 years old. The core of his beliefs reflect that being 4 grants unlimited freedom. To be 4 years old is to finally be a man.

Archer has a fun little fact about his birthday. My dad’s brother is the last male to have been born in the family. That is, until 38 years later, this precious pup arrived in the world. Archer’s birthday is just one day shy of his great uncle’s birthday.

(This also means we have a ton of girls in the family. Genetics are fascinating like that!)

We celebrated his birthday by inviting immediate family over at different times. My family came over that afternoon. We had my dad’s favorite cake flavor and gifts for the guys

After cleaning up in between, we had Taylor’s family over for the evening.

It meant for a repeat rounds of ugly yet delicious cake that had immediate impact.

Happy birthday dearest Archer. We love you so much.