My Name Is Ora

Orla's Dad was on a work night out today and I was on a course in Edinburgh, so I was late getting back to pick up Orla. By the time we got home she was dog tired and in no mood for Mum taking pictures of her. She fell asleep before we even finished the Gruffalo. So here's a picture of Orla's first attempt at writing her own name, which she did on Sunday. Orla practices writing her name in the shower (on the steamed up glass) every morning, as well as drawing circles, squares and triangles. I drew the triangles on this one, but Orla did everything else.