Every night that I sit down to this computer to write about my little family and remember the antics of our gorgeous girls I’m writing to lock in the memories of this precise moment in our lives, our very ordinary, but very much loved, here and now. I know that there are things from Kitty’s babyhood that I don’t remember as clearly two and a bit years down the line as I swore I would at the time, and there’s no reason to suspect that the present would not also muddy the past where Elma is concerned.
Except that I am certain. absolutely certain, that I’m not ever going to forget just how my Elma blows kisses right now.
She figured it out at the end of the summer, and whereas Kitty’s first kisses were all open-mouthed head splonk; adorably cute but also rather slobbery and damp, Elma is actually blowing kisses.
She gives a look and a cheeky little smile that turns me into a soppy puddle of motherhood, and then as I sit and gaze adoringly at her she purses her lips into the cutest, daintiest little rosebud mouth, and sucks her cheeks in just about as far as they will go before giving a sweet little “mwaa”!
I know I’ve spent hours blowing kisses back and forth, at least in part because I’ve been trying to capture her expression on camera, H loves to cover her in kisses and tickle her as she sends a flood of kisses back, and even Kitty has been spotted standing in front of her sister with head on one side, trying to look winsome:
“Elma! Elma! Elma do kisses now!”
And because Elma thinks Kitty is her very own personal baby entertainer (specialities: tickling your tummy, singing Baa Baa Black Sheep, and curiously running off with the toy you were playing with so that you have to chase after her as fast as your hands and knees will take you) she’s usually only too happy to oblige.
They sit one either side of me at supper and play peekaboo and kisses behind my back and I have to pretend not to notice what’s going on and act terribly surprised; again.
These pictures come from our first breakfast last Sunday, early in the morning, when dawn was just creeping around the corner of the curtains, and long before Kitty or H made an appearance, eating toasted teacake, well I was eating mine and Elma was mostly waving it around. I am so glad I have them. I’ve been trying to get pictures of her kisses because I know how very fleeting this moment will be.
Because right now there is a little white bump in her lower right gum; a tooth, just poised flush with the gumline and ready to make an appearance any day now (at long last), and that’s going to change everything.