Wee Angel

Dad dressed me up in my Christmas Angel dress today so that Grandma and Grandad could see it. Over the past couple of days I have been testing the boundaries of parental authority by going over to the Christmas tree and touching the baubles. When Mum or Dad say "Orla" in the tone of voice that means I am supposed to stop whatever it is I'm doing, I point and say "tree" or "star", hoping to distract them from the fact that I'm not supposed to be touching the tree.

Mum has a bad cold and was not feeling well today, so I went to Stirling with Dad, Grandma and Grandad and we left Mum at home to rest.