January 14th, 2009


I have arrived

I have passed the working mother initiation. My baby has just thrown up all over me seconds before I was about to head out the door. (I'm procrastinating a few minutes now so my rinsed-out skirt does not instantly freeze to my legs.) Perhaps it was just as well I had to cancel the run last night. I was a bit disappointed at the time, but with two players too sick to play, three sick enough that they stayed home from work, and a fourth at least nominally sick it seemed like a poor idea. As it turned out, the baby was sick too. I hope everyone has a speedy recovery.

The Whorl

Have you ever noticed how tough it is to get a good picture of the back of your baby’s head?


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.