In her eyes.

Apparently E's art class studied faces and portraiture for a few weeks. This was her first attempt at a portrait and - given that she's four and has zero genetically-acquired artistic talent - I was definitely impressed. Little things about it make me smile: her BIG pink lips (I'm sure she thought she was putting lipstick on them), the brown eyes (we always tease her that her eyes are really purple, red, orange and other various colors, so I'll bet she colored them brown with determination to prove a point), the pony tails (that she never lets me actually put in her hair)...just a lot of uniqueness that maybe only a mama would notice, but I adore this photo.

 

And then........there's the second portrait. The one that speaks for itself with the pursed lips and the angry eyebrows. It reminds me of a conversation I had with my sister once:

K (my sister): "I love my friend S. Being friends with her has helped me to figure you out a lot."
Me: "Ooo-kaaaay. What does that mean?"
K: "I mean - now I realize that just because you look mad doesn't mean you're actually mad. I used to think you were just angry all the time, but now I realize that's usually just your 'thinking face.'"

Ah, sister love.
 
Anyhow, I'm humored by the fact that my kiddo has picked up on my 'thinking face' as well. I'm pretty sure there's a lot better portraits out there, but these two definitely have my heart.