Careful, she's heavy

Ada and I trek over to the public library on Tuesdays for story time. Over the last several months we've made a few friends. Today one of those friends turned 1, so we joined them over at the park for a birthday celebration.

It was pouring rain and we were in a ramada that the family had reserved. Ada, of course, kept running away while I tried to eat my cake. Fortunately, there were many baby fans there and they helped corral her so I could eat a bit.

I kept hearing people warn each other, "She's heavy, careful."

When I pick up our little friends at the library, it's like lifting stuffed animals. Ada's like lifting a sack of bowling balls that is trying to get away. My arms should look better...