My Z

I've been rather bad at writing about Z.  

Part of it is hesitation on my part - I'm much more conscious about posting details of her life on the interwebz.  Some of that hesitation is instinctual and stems from wanting to protect her.  Part of it comes out of a respect for her in that her life is her story to tell.  I'll talk about myself all day long and it's fine because I am choosing what to say, what stories to tell, what details to share.  But I don't write personal stuff about my husband or my daughter because you would be getting everything second hand, my point of view of their lives, not their own.  And my point of view is not always correct, or I may talk about stuff they don't want me to.  Plus, my words wouldn't do them justice at all.  Factor in that I spend most of my time running after my toddler and I'm not left with the time to even begin to try to do the two most important people in my life justice when it comes to my writing skills.

Don't get me wrong.  If you talk about your kids or husbands or both, that's fine.  It's just not what I'm particularly comfortable writing about in such a public medium.

So here are some pictures my mom took from the past week instead.  (Which will cross some people's boundaries of comfort in their own lives, but which I feel is fine because I would post these on Facebook.  It's all about levels of comfort.  You have to do what is ok for you and your family.  No judgment whatever you decide.)

Love her!

She's started giving us this face when we pull out the camera.  She's not in pain, I promise, lol.  And she'll follow this up with a genuine smile right after the flash goes off, but of course she's already onto some new adventure by the time the flash recharges, which is really quick on my new camera.

Cheese face and piggy tails.

Beautiful Girl.