Monday, September 8, 2008

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.

1 comment:

Unknown said...

Bill and Laura,

Mary Jo Haverkamp gave me the link to your blog. Carson is adorable!
You are obviously having a great time with him. We have really enjoyed watching him grow on the blog. We have a little something for Carson , but I need your most recent address.
Thanks,
Julia Batterberry