So, this is my little hambone right now:
I ask him to "smile!" and he* does it:
Norah, however, when I ask her to "smile," I get this artificial smile where her eyes aren't even open:
Or, she just flat out refuses me and keeps picking her nose:
Kids in this generation have to be THE most photographed...ever...so I understand Norah's camera-weariness, but in general, being 3 is an obnoxious age that seems filled with bossiness, bargains, and demands; so it's nice to still have Caleb be my "baby" and smile nicely for the camera. I'm sure that, soon enough, he too will ignore me and/or give me the fake smile.
*Something else I'm appreciating about Caleb, and his age, right now: He eats! Simple enough, right? Not for Norah. She treats each meal like a hostage situation. If she had a panic room, she'd use it when we called "dinner!" Caleb, on the other hand, eats everything (veggies? yes, please! meat? sure!) and eats it ALL. Shows too: He grew 3 inches and gained more than 3 lbs the past 3 months. He doubled in clothing size. The one upper hand Norah has in this comparison? She's potty trained. Yup, that's about all I can come up with right now...