Our kids go through phases. Lots of them. In all areas of life. Bre used to really like having her picture taken. Then she went through a phase where whenever I'd point the camera at her she'd put her hands over her face or glare at me. I'd tell her "Later you're going to wish we had pictures of you. You're going to look through albums and ask me why I never took any pictures of you and it's not going to be because I didn't try."
A couple of weeks ago we were trying to find some recent pictures of Bre on the computer for a school project but could find hardly any usable ones. She said to me "Why are there so many pictures of the little kids and hardly any of me?!" I raised my eyebrows and looked at her like "For real?"
She said "Oh yeah. Okay. I get it."
Mia will almost always smile for a picture.
Brook is pretty easy going and usually doesn't mind having her picture taken. Unless she's in a bad mood, of course.
We went to a hill that had been clearly used a lot for sledding. It was a little steeper and Brooklynn and Mia were pretty nervous about sledding down it. Bre and Mason, however, weren't.
Mia finally tried it and saw that it wasn't so bad.
This was what the sky looked like when we left.