I feel very shallow for admitting this, but I just shed some tears after learning the *best* hair stylist I’ve ever had just moved to Berlin. It’s soooo hard to find someone over here who doesn’t immediately give you a mullet or chin-length bob no matter what. Would it be weird if I sent her a message, asking her to move back?
This is my last week of maternity leave. My heart is a little heavier this morning because of it. I’ve been with these four every day for three months. The older three will soon begin new schools, and I will return to work where new leadership and a stack of new and additional duties is rumored to be waiting for me.
Martin was taking our group photo yesterday with our SLR when a Roman soldier appeared out of nowhere and wrapped his arms around us for an epic photobomb.
We are all home now: unpacked, showered, and fed. Grandpa is still with us, so I declare this second camping trip a roaring success! I was pretty certain we broke him this morning after sharing a tent with four grandkids and having to hike to the bathroom facilities all weekend, but there’s always next weekend to test his limits again!!!!
We got to the campsite late and had to set everything up in a hurry… and in the dark. Then, around 1 a.m., a major thunderstorm rolled over and all I could do was laugh and laugh and laugh.
I woke up with the baby around 6 a.m, and everyone was still sleeping and snoring. Meanwhile, I had the baby, church bells, and the sound of an occasional barge floating past us on the Mosel. Life is good…and damp.
On her birthday, her favorite restaurant was sold out of cake, and only had strudel and a torch candle that barely stayed on top of it. (That was hilarious. Grandpa is lucky he still has eyebrows.)
On his birthday at an amusement park, none of the bakeries, patisserie, or food places had cake at all. We had fun and definitely celebrated them accordingly, but it just didn’t feel right without cake!
So today, I caved and bought them a sheet cake from the American commissary.
I feel very shallow for admitting this, but I just shed some tears after learning the *best* hair stylist I’ve ever had just moved. It’s soooo hard to find someone over here who doesn’t immediately give you a mullet or chin-length bob no matter what.
Would it be weird if I sent her a message, asking her to move back to Stuttgart?
We drove deep into the Black Forest to visit the village where my great-great grandfather was born and raised. Liberat brought our family name to the United States in the 1880s. This is the church where he and generations of his family were baptised. Most were married here. A few of them are buried in its graveyard.