Butterfly

Tonight when I was getting Orla ready for bed, I took her bunches out and she pointed to her head and said "butterfly!" And admittedly, it does look a bit like a butterfly! Orla's Dad has gone away for the weekend as our house is going to be taken over by women tomorrow night for my sister's hen night. Orla obviously realised that something unusual was going on and because of that had no intention of going to sleep. 9pm before she finally settled down, which has done for my evening somewhat. Let's hope she behaves a bit better for Papa tomorrow night, cos he'll be on his own!