Curly

Baby tends to run hot. And once she gets hot, she tends to get upset. And she tends not to stop being upset until she stops being hot. We went through the worst of this in winter, when all the clothing required by the out-of-doors had to be – for brief periods – worn indoors. I lived, and I learned (how, among other things, to get a heavy parka off an uncooperative and screaming princess) and we got through the winter in good harmony.

As summer has approached, baby has wound up a sweaty mess more than once, particularly during naps. When she awakens, mid-nap, en route to another twenty or thirty (or forty) minutes of sleep and her somewhat curly hair has been made more so by the sweat on her scalp it is among the sweetest sights I have witnessed. And when her abundance of heat arrives during sleep she, for some reason, seems not to be made fussy by it. Though her fussiness, when it does come, grows sweeter to me by the day. It is, after all, so essentially her.