she's an INFANT. He never even considered maybe she doesn't want her picture splattered all over internet (Facebook owns those pics now..have I mentioned I hate Facebook)...he's shaping her digital footprint without her permission. Plus if you do some research you will learn that 50% of child porn (yes including babies) comes from pictures shared on social media
I completely agree with you, Aeryn! When our daughter was first born, both AXBF and I agreed that we would not post pictures of her, and we asked friends and family to respect our wishes. We made this decision for the exact same reason you cited--she has a right to her privacy. It was his friggin idea!!! I took a lot of flack from my mother on this one--"All my friends get to post pictures of their grandkids on their FB pages!"--and I distinctly remember him being livid, even threatening to not let my parents see our daughter. Eventually, my mom backed off, and it wasn't an issue anymore. Now, all of a sudden, it's not such a big deal for him? Imagine that! I really hate how he thinks he just gets to make up all the rules all the time and everyone else will just follow his lead even though the rules have no basis in logic, reason, or even reality! I can't believe I lived that way for so long.
I put on my big girl panties and confronted his mother yesterday. It was difficult; conflict is not my friend. I just tried to treat her with kindness thanks to those of you who helped me remember that she has no control over her son. I told her that surely she could understand that I would do whatever needs to be done to protect my daughter. She said she understood, but then the next day she sent me an "apology" text but really she was just fishing around for pictures:
"I want to apologize for the pictures. I didn't think he would be so stupid!"
I wanted to scream, you know exactly how "stupid" your son is! But I responded, "You don't have to apologize. It's not your fault."
And here's the emotional blackmail: "But it ends up hurting us, especially since we won't be able to get pictures of our sunshine."
Again, I wanted to scream, then that's a conversation you should be having with your son, not me!
Talking about him, talking to her, both of these things always leave me feeling like I need a bath, and not to relax but just to wash off the nasty, dirty, slimy sickness that infects them both.