Baby Paparazzi

Troy does not like to have his picture taken now. I think I took so many pictures of him in the last two years, that he’s just sort of done with it. If he sees me pull out the camera, he’ll roll his eyes and then turn his back to me. He goes out of his way to block me, and if he can’t, then he will get up and walk away.

I’m not deterred, though. I still want to capture the moments of his life. I just have to be more strategic about it. Sometimes I feel like the paparazzi stalking him, hiding out in bushes or slithering around the corner of the counter. I also found that I can stuff myself completely into the cushions of the couch and go undetected. All you can see is the phone slide up as I snap the picture and silently slide the phone down again, sort of like a periscope on a submarine.