Still seems weird to me that Ivory is 7. Probably because of her height, she will always seem a bit younger. Today was the first time (of many I am sure) that Ivory put on a pair of Daisy's pants, mistaking them for her own.
But good things come in small packages, and we love Ivory. I took her out last Saturday and the weather was very nice, all things considered. Ivory kept telling me to come out in the sun and I kept dragging her back in the shade to avoid the harsh shadows. We got a good mix of both.
Ivory, you are such a cutie. I'm so glad you are my daughter.