A New Look

Ah, the changes motherhood makes on a body! For weeks, my hair has been falling out by the fistful. A common postpartum occurrance, but it’s also made worse by the temporary birth control I’m using for the next few months.

Oh, you didn’t know that hair loss is a known side effect of the depo shot? Oh, yes. It is. You can visit my bedroom and bathroom for evidence, if you want. It’s an alarming thing, lathering your hair in the shower and feeling your hair just slide off your scalp into your hands. I was aware of that side effect as much as one can be as they skim the list of side effects when deciding whether or not to take a medication. Continue reading

Haircuts

Haircuts for zee ladies!

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Cincinnati and Northern Kentucky got a shout-out from the International Space Station.

You can read about it HERE and HERE.

 

Beware Euro Hair

My hair before my salon visit. Not bad, but my hair needed a trim and some shape STAT!

 

I got my haircut this weekend. It was my first trip to the salon since the move, and I was really anxious about it. I did not have stellar hair salon experiences the last time I lived in Europe.

Mind you, they weren’t awful experiences, but they weren’t awesome, either. I could never find the right one for me. Not only was I literally speaking a foreign language to the stylists, but even when I was able to translate what I wanted or brought pictures, their interpretation of my requests were just … off. Continue reading

Turn Up the Volume

 

Got to ride in the back of a convertible this evening.

By the end of the ride, my hair had a lot more volume than it did in the beginning.

 

Big Day

 

These two ladies had their first day of school in Germany yesterday. Back in September, I pointed out that given their age difference, this is the only year the two will attend the same school together. That remains true even here in Germany since the middle and elementary schools are in the same building. That won’t be the case next year when a new elementary building opens up, but for now, a little unexpected blessing allowing these two to face all of this change together. Continue reading

The Train Station

[dropcap style=”color: #9b9b9b;”]D[/dropcap]uring our farewell tour in Cincinnati last week, my boys and I paid a visit to Union Terminal. It opened in 1932, and was one of the busiest locations in the whole city as all the train transportation for this area passed through it. And as all superhero and comic book fans may recognize, it was also the inspiration for the “Hall of Justice.”

These days, it doesn’t receive nearly as much train traffic, and is known as the Cincinnati Museum Center since it houses three separate and distinct museums. The place is amazing, and while we were there in Cincinnati, voters in Hamilton County overwhelmingly supported an issue that will raise taxes to pay for the upkeep and preservation of the building.

We were so excited by that news! Not only did I work there in high school as a performer in the Natural History museum, but my Dad is now an official volunteer there, too.

That place feels like home.

So, Martin, Jaz, and I paid a visit while the girls spent time with Nona and Aunt Jill. 

Once we got there, we went straight to Tower A, which wasn’t open to the public when I was younger. You can see all the train tracks from there, and they’ve restored a lot of it. The views are amazing, and Jaz loved the toy train sets set up there for visitors.

 

After hanging around there for a little bit, we connected with my Dad who invited us back down into the main hall. The whole building was constructed in the Art Deco style, and it’s half-dome is amazing. It’s bright yellow, and there are colorful stone murals depicting the early days and evolution of Cincinnati. The acoustics are spectacular, and every now and then, an organ plays music to echo in the halls.

As soon as Jaz walked into the room, the organ began to play “Also sprach Zarathustra” by Richard Strauss — also known as the theme to Space Odyessy: 2001.

Now, you may know that Jaz is a huge Superman fan and more often than not, he’s wearing his Superman (or some superhero) shirt. It happens so often, I don’t even realize it anymore. I swear to you, his shirt didn’t dawn on me until I bent down to take a photo of him in front of Union Terminal and remembered the “Hall of Justice” connection.

So to have that music play as he entered the hall?

Perfect. Just perfect.

After the song ended, my Dad gave us his official tour, which included a pass by the various miniature train sets set up in the Cincinnati History Museum. Having him as a guide was so amusing and we tried to trip him up, but he stuck to his guns and relayed a lot of information. I think you could wander those halls for years, and still learn something new each time.

This is one of the dining halls that’s been restored. Had we married in Cincinnati, I would have totally picked that place as the location.

 

One other thing we accomplished that day: our son’s first visit to a hair salon. We were getting family portraits taken and I wanted him and Martin to look their best. Normally, I cut my men’s hair in the kitchen with clippers, but I didn’t bring them with me to Ohio. So, we did a walk-in and it was also pretty amusing. Jaz was not interested in any of it, which surprised me. Normally, he’s pretty tolerant when I cut his hair. But I think a new environment (and a much-needed nap) overwhelmed him, and he just didn’t enjoy it all.

His first haircut in a salon. Despite the tears, he walked out with a blue balloon and lollipop.

And it’s not that I like seeing my son distressed … but I found it pretty adorable. The hairdresser was super fast, and he was done in less than five minutes. He left there with a sucker and a balloon, and was fast asleep by the time we pulled out of the parking lot, looking dapper as always.

 

Missed Opportunity

Last night, as I was running my fingers through Miss C’s hair, thinking to myself how fast she’s growing up, I said outloud, “Your hair is going to be sooo fun to style for prom.” This made her smile, and she asked if I would style it for her when the time came.

“Sure!” I said. “I used to style my friends’ hair for prom all the time.”

“You did?” she asked.
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