It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
See, she started with one...this nice soft striped blanket that Grandma gave her (I picked it out) when she was about nine months old. Then, one time we went to Idaho without it. Anyone who has a child attached to some item knows what a terrible mistake this was. I was really worried about Ivory, but Grandma had the solution. She said she had another one. Sure enough, thinking ahead, she had gone out and purchased the same blanket, with a few color adjustments. I thought we should leave it in Idaho in case we botched it again, but Grandma said we should just take it with us. Great...now she has TWO blankets.
The older blanket is much more worn considering it has a good extra year or so with Ivory, and so she appropriately named the new blanket her 'soft blanket'. That makes sense to me.
But then the older blanket received a name that I haven't quite figured out yet. She calls it her 'crabby blanket'. Why, you ask? No idea. And so she totes them here and there, her soft blanket and her crabby blanket. She sleeps with them every night and often at nap time. Here she is curled up behind her dresser (which she moved) on top of the heating vent.
She looks so peaceful. The soft blanket often doubles as a pillow, because I guess it is...softer.
Ivory is quite independent now days. She buckles her own straps in the car, she goes potty in public restrooms by herself (I know I should supervise, what with all the vileness that can be found in a public restroom, but at the same time I am so relieved not to have to juggle the baby in one hand while trying to wipe a toddler—it's not like I can put the baby on the floor!!) and she dresses herself every day. This last one leads to odd clothing combinations but ever since we had June, fashion is flexible at our house. So, Ivory comes down sporting this dashing ensemble this morning.
Nothing wrong with it, except I don't remember her having Capri pants. I thought that maybe we got them from a neighbor, but on closer inspection I find...they are Daisy's pants. Should I be surprised that my three year old can fit in 6-9 month pants? Probably not. She is a tiny girl, with no bum (she gets that from her dad). She has the sweet spot in the family. The older girls are always dressing her up so she gets to wear their stuff, and now I find out she can fit in the baby's gear. For Ivory, One Size Fits All.