Child Care for Archaeologists

Some of us have normal baby pictures. I have some like this:

That's me at a tender age, plopped into a test excavation unit at Fort Mason, San Francisco, circa 1978. My mom was getting her CRM business started at the time and got the contract to do monitoring and Phase I excavations there. I remember her saying that the Army guys she was liaising with were flabbergasted that their archaeologist was not only a young woman but showed up with a baby on her hip!

If you think about it, the excavation unit is the perfect child care facility: lots of dirt to play in and the kid can't get out. Hopefully I'll have a chance to do this with my kids some day.