This is the first detail I really noticed about Margaret. When she was born, I got a brief impression of her overall perfection, and I was surprised to note that she had hair. Both my sister and I were bald babies, so I was wasn’t expecting a fine coat of soft, dark fuzz on my baby’s head. When they laid her on my chest the thing I had the best view of was the top of her head. I spent some very lovely moments staring at this clockwise spiral of dark hair. I fell in love with her hair right then and there, it was unexpected but wonderful.
Margaret’s hair is starting to show noticeable growth, so while this isn’t what it looked like when she was born, it still close, but it won’t stay that way for long. My baby is turning into a toddler in so many ways. I’m sure the whorl will still be there as she grows, but it won’t be the same effect when the hair is long enough that it doesn’t stick straight out from its spiral like a pinwheel and thick enough that you can’t see her scalp anymore. I’m looking forward to eventually putting her hair up, but I will miss the baby look.