I ain't heavy

Well actually, I am a bit heavy.

I couldn't say what I weigh, except to report that I have well and truly outgrown my newborn clothes.

But apparently, I'm not so heavy that a three year old couldn't pick me up.

This afternoon, in the rush of everyone getting home and putting away groceries, I found myself sitting in my little chair in the family room, somewhat forgotten.

I cried.

Noah heard me and tried to calm me down with soothing words.

But when that didn't work, he reached down, put his arms around me and hoisted me clear out of my chair.

"Aghhhh" yelled Mum and Dad from the other side of the room.

And suddenly, I was no longer forgotten.

P.S. Here's something worthy of mention, if not its own blog post. Last night I slept for nine straight hours! From 9pm until 6am. It's my longest sleep ever. And yes, to answer a frequently asked question, I was very hungry when I finally woke up.