Well, I’m eight months old today.
You’d think by now the paparazzi would be over me. But no. They just won’t let a girl relax. Not even on her birthday.
All this incessant photo-snapping…
…I try to be a good sport about it…
…but it’s enough to drive a person crazy!
Dang paparrazi. Although I can't get enough either. Work it girl.