Port of Menteith

Today was a really horrible day, very wet and windy. We had originally planned to go into Glasgow for some lunch and to see the Christmas decorations, but we scrapped that. We thought it would be nice to just drive to the Woodhouse and have lunch there. But when we got there it was mobbed. After a bit of indecision, we thought we might as well go a bit further and try the Lake of Menteith hotel. We last visited there when I was heavily pregnant with Conor. I'm glad we did, it was very cosy and the food was lovely.

Conor is 9 months old today. He had his first pair of shoes on, 4G from Clark's. They are a hand-me-down from my cousin but they fit him perfectly. He still doesn't quite need them yet. He is cruising around the furniture with ease and will walk holding both of your hands or with his walker. He can stand on his own for a few seconds, but it upsets him. He looks very like Orla did at this age.