A Week in the Life of Carson

I've gotten feedback that the blog is getting repetitive. Well, what can we say about Carson that we haven't already covered. He's a pretty normal California kid, putting on his onesies one leg at a time. He's not perfect, as you can see sometimes he even misses a snap.



Anyway, apparently somebody noticed a theme -- one we week talk about Pooparazi, the next we talk about getting peed on. Well, these are certainly not the only recurring events in Carson's life.

First off, there's BabyGroup every Wednesday:



In addition to providing Laura with lots of baby related info, it also gives Carson a chance to make friends:



We go on normal evening walks through the neighborhood to see the geese and ducks:



Of course we always stop to smell the roses:



We read books:



We have friends over for brunch:



And there's always tummy-time at the gym:



Fortunately his California lifestyle hasn't totally influenced his life. For instance, there are already signs that he is not going to be a vegetarian (turn on your speakers if you've ever been curious to know what sound a giraffe makes):

Is it better to be pissed off, or pissed on?

So we were a couple days late this week, but hopefully this droolworthy post makes up for it.

With that goal in mind, we'll start off with a droolworthy picture.



Of course the drooling isn't totally Carson's fault, as we think he's getting his first tooth in. Either that or he just loves taking a bite out of anything he can get in his mouth, such as his Ms. Lemon:


His ball:


Or even just his fist:


Of course drooling isn't the only thing that takes his mind off the tooth. He now has his feet to play with, although he only seems to notice them when he's wearing shoes (or fun socks):


There is also quite a bit of photographic evidence that suggests he should really worry less about the tooth and more about how huge his head will be in the future.



For the time being, Dad's huge heededness does at least provide a nice place to hide:



Carson knows how to get back at his Dad for any physical traits that he may eventually inherit. If peeing your pants is cool, consider me Miles Davis.



And we couldn't end the post before bidding farewell to Grandma and Grampa, who spent another weekend with us at the beach before heading back to Florida.

Grandma and Grampa blown west by Ike

Carson welcomed his Floridian grandparents again this week.



Although not technically evacuees, their visit did bring about another storm, when Hurricanes Mary Jane and Vivian made landfall at Playa Del Rey on Saturday afternoon.



Before we get to the devastation, let's back up a bit. First, Carson got up to celebrate his Mom's Terps whooping Berkeley.



He got so excited he peed all over his only Maryland outfit that fits, so the bib was all that he had to show his support in the second half (Grampa rests up for the approaching storm in the background).



Sadly for his Grandma and Aunt Beth, his pooping all over his Ohio State pjs didn't bring the same luck. Regardless, the togetherness began in earnest on Sunday.



Of course there was still time for Grampa to get in some play time:



And for Grandma to squeeze in some patty-cake:



We're a few pictures short this week since we let Grandma out of the house without pulling the snaps off her camera. We promise an extra full week of pictures next week.

Attack of the Pooparazzi

Growing up in LA places a lot of demands on a baby. The baby paparazzi (aka the pooparazzi) are everywhere. Sadly we could not demand millions of dollars for a magazine cover like some of Carson's peers above. Perhaps it had something to do with the fact that when you point a camera at him he typically looks at you like this:



A split second delay on the shutter is the difference between this:



and this:



Even my best efforts are rarely able to draw a smile if Carson sees the camera. They do manage to make Laura laugh though:



Of course, when she puts him in a jacket like this you can hardly blame him for not being euphoric:



In the face of constant flashbulbs, Carson has learned to be evasive. He's not confining his rolling over to the ground anymore either:





However when he can't get away he's already taken a tip from Matthew McConaughey to practice staring down anyone that dares encroach on his workout at the gym.