Since I recently wrote the portrait of M, here’s E’s poem to match. They are changing so quickly these twins that even a week makes a difference.
A Portrait of E
Number one, that amazing, toothy grin. You can’t see it and not smile.
When we’re listening to the news and a clip of music comes on, she starts rocking back and forth, dancing to the beat.
She absolutely loves if you pick her up and dance with her. She also appreciates watching you dance alone.
If she’s playing with an interesting toy and M comes too near she says, “Nah! Nah!” and bats her away.
When she’s frustrated, she stiffens her entire body, clenching her fists at her side, and says something like “Arrrrghhh! Waaah!”
When she’s done with her milk, she offers you the sippy cup, then laughs hysterically when you grab a handle while she keeps her hold on hers.
Sometimes when she’s sitting in her highchair, she leans forward to be kissed on the forehead. Usually multiple times in a row.
She points at books and says, “Bu!” She waves and says “hi.” She’ll give you a high five.
If you’re holding her, she points at everything and anything and asks, “Da? Ada?” What’s that?
At the playground, she grips the baby swing with both hands, her little legs straight out, the breeze in her baby hair and a huge smile.
Sometimes when you try to take her out of the swing, she screams like small tyrant and refuses to bend to be buckled into the stroller.
When she meets new people or finds herself in a new situation, she becomes dead serious and stares.
If strange, curious babies in said new situation try to take her toy, she yanks it back.
When you hold her hands to help her walk, she moves slowly and focuses on balance, taking one deliberate step at a time.
She is eminently ticklish, on her neck, her belly, her armpits and the bottom of her feet. Even her earlobes are ticklish.
She loves listening to guitar.
If she gets her hands on the guitar, she touches the strings softly and makes beautiful sounds. She also bangs it percussively like a drum.
She is content sitting in the bath for as long as we let her, playing with the duckies, the fish, babbling to herself.
She can point to her nose and your nose.
She refuses to wear a hat.
When you come into the room, sometimes she squeals, crawls quickly over and raises her arms to be picked up.