I have to write this post because I don’t want to forget this adorable stage of Emma’s life when everything is not just happy, it’s cheese-erific happy. When Emma smiles, she doesn’t just smile. She cheeses. She proudly shows off her eight baby teeth while giggling and scrunching up her face. Most often, the giggle-scrunch-fest is accompanied by cute baby snorts. And when this routine is executed to the best of her abilities, it takes place right in my face, her nose to my nose — all personal space rules thrown out the window.
The best part of the scrunching performance is that it causes her kissable cheeks to become rounder and — how is it possible? — even more kissable. Her perfect, pocketed dimples deepen, and yes, I must place my pucker smack-dab on top of them.
Her scrunchy giggles and snorts are, of course, contagious, and after a while, it’s impossible to tell who is instigating the laughing and who is following.
In moments, her short attention-span takes her somewhere else while I am left wiping spit and snot off my face.
For now, I’ll just make sure to keep my stock of tissues full. She’ll soon be on to some other stage, and this will be just a messy memory.