I remember when Kitty’s hair was all short and fluffy in that fleeting stage between newborn and rambunctious toddler. Her first dark silky hair had fallen out and in its place were swirls of dirty strawberry blonde, radiating from at least two separate crowns. But as her hair grew, so they became less pronounced, and now it’s dark blonde, shoulder length, with just a hint of a curl at the bottom where she winds it round and round and round her fingers whenever she’s tired, or just needs a little comfort. Elma, born with a shock of dark brown hair that earned her the baby penguin nickname, at least for her first few weeks (think of the baby penguins in Happy Feet), gradually started to loose it during the Spring, and now has only the very odd strand of newborn hair remaining, so much longer than the rest. And right now she too has that swirl that I remember from her sister, all soft dark brown and with that smell that instantly conjures up baby, a unique mixture of baby shampoo, supper and some magical ingredient designed by nature purely to make us want to pick them up and cuddle them.
I think perhaps this is an everyday ordinary that is only fleeting if you are the mother of little girls; only visible in that short period between willing the baby’s hair to grow and hurriedly Googling You Tube videos for a quick refresher on French plaits, or a step by step guide to turning a toddler into a very tiny and slightly stompy version of a Disney Princess, but Mamas to boys, feel free to correct me. I can do an impressive (to my mind at least) version of Belle and Cinderella and I’ve got half an idea how to pull off Rapunzel if only Kitty would stay still long enough, but for today I’m letting that slide in favour of remembering and capturing Elma and her hair as she is now, and the swoops and swirls that will be gone all too soon. I’m joining in with Katie again this week so do have a look at her post and I’m loving seeing what other special moments are being saved by the other families taking part too!