When The Mayor was less than a week old, my mom noticed that his inner thighs were completely black and blue.
We called the pediatrician and they asked us to bring him in.
The intake nurse was pretty disconcerted when she saw his legs.
One after another, the pediatricians filed in to have a look.
The Mayor seemed fine, didn’t appear to be in any pain and didn’t wince or cry when the black and blue spots were touched.
The doctors couldn’t figure out what was wrong with him.
This weekend, I went to my friend Tomi’s baby shower.
Seeing all the tiny newborn clothes reminded me of The Mayor’s shower, being close to the end of my first pregnancy and being a new mom.
I thought about his tiny, little diapers.
At the baby shower that my friend Michele threw for me, the guests were given a marker and a stack of newborn diapers.
Each guest wrote messages and drew pictures on the diapers so that K and I would be amused during 3:00 a.m. feedings.
The diapers were hilarious.
They were especially funny when one of the pediatricians examining The Mayor’s legs finally looked at his diaper.
“Hmmmm,” she said. “Do you think it might be magic marker?”