3/52: My Not-So-Little Brood

This was last week. There’s not much that is more candid that these faces right here. Well, my oldest could have been making her signature scrunchy-wicked-eyebrow face. It’s unique, I tell ya. This face of hers (in the middle) is my favorite. I wish I’d see it more! But…she’s 10, and with the tween years (at TEN!!), comes angst. Oh, the angst. More often that not, there’s happy, and I rejoice in that.