Z was showing the pictures he'd taken with his camera to Az until he noticed me taking pictures of the two of them and decided to give me a taste of my own medicine. By the way, it's funny that I've managed to post photos from the few minutes out of the past few days that Az hasn't been wearing a tutu. She even sleeps in the things now, cramming them over her thick snow suit sleepers. When we are home, it is a rare occasion that Az is not wearing a tutu. Miguel totally jinxed us with all of his talk during my pregnancy about how he wasn't going to have a "princessy" type of little girl. Az, it seems, was born a princess.