Teagan asked for a bow again this morning. This time, I was ready. Not like yesterday when she just melted into tears when I tried to put at least one pony tail (not piggy tails!) in her hair to keep it out of her eyes.
This time, I told her that bows were a two step process, one pony tail to prep the hair, and then the bow. The bow wouldn’t stay without the pony tail. This way she left with her hair out of her eyes for at least some of the day.
She loved it. So excited. Kept telling Stu that she had a bow, trying to touch it.
She didn’t come home with it. I really didn’t expect her to.
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Last night I checked the stats on the blog. I do like seeing the visitor counter go up and up. When I did, I saw some disturbing search terms used to hit the blog. “Little girl pee herself” was the one that bothered me the most. Did some sick person find pictures of Teagan? Is he doing something that will make me shudder thinking about?
I am bothered by “little girls cute face,” as I’m sure that could be from someone just as distasteful as the other search term. Somehow, it doesn’t have the extreme creep factor of someone looking for a little girl that wet her pants.
Up till yesterday, I never really worried about the pictures I posted, the links I shared, the stories I recounted. I don’t know if I need to change privacy settings or not. I do think I will double guess each picture I do upload, each story I share.
I really had hoped that the extreme creepiness that exists would leave me alone, let me play in my corner of the pool without splashing back. I always did have rose-colored glasses.
I’m just not sure what to do right now.