We’re back. Christmas was good. If I couldn’t be with LilZ, surrounding myself with 40 of MrZ’s family members is the way to go. I have many stories to tell, but right now? I’m coming down from quite a high level of over stimulation. I promise to regale you with tales of my beautiful meat trays (no, that’s not a euphemism), stinky poots, crying babies, and rocking gifts. For now? Just a few photos humiliating my daughter for all of eternity.
NikkiZ in her natural habitat. Camouflaged among the stockings so as to evade capture by kissing parents
NikkiZ plotting exactly when the best time will be to poop all over her mother in order to maximize the payback for making her wear this humiliating getup
My Christmas angel.