But today I saw the down-side of a newborn with a full head of hair.
After feeding Giovanna and talking with her a bit, I put her down on a blanket with a hanging toy above her to keep her company. As she was staring up at the bright colors, I took advantage of finally having my hands free, and I went into the kitchen to put away some dishes. Suddenly I heard her screaming - not just an unhappy cry, but an I'm-in-pain scream - and I ran back into the living room to see her clutching a fist full of her own hair and yanking it with all of the spastic strength of a very little baby. I couldn't help but laugh as I pried her fingers from the death grip she had on her dark locks, but the more frantic she became, the harder she gripped her hair.
Let's just hope that she grows out of that reflex really soon.