Wednesday, May 22, 2013

How to get a good haircut in Germany

Cuddletastic
I have long dark curly hair.  It's thick and frizzy and tends to turn brassy orange when highlighted.  I'm used to trying to tame it into something that's culturally acceptable with the least possible effort.  Now that I have Sophie I have about half the time I used to have to get ready in the morning. 


In December I got a great haircut in the States.  It costs an arm and a leg but whatever.  I went to the same stylists I had before moving to Germany.  She looked at my hair and asked me where I'd been getting it cut.  I told her Germany and she asked if I'd been going to the European version of Great Clips (ouch).  She worked her magic, took off two inches and fixed some serious problems with the way my hair had been cut.  When I got back to Germany I put off getting a trim.  I was haunted by her European Great Clips comment.  But I appreciated her honesty.  Obviously I was going to have to find a better stylists, but how?  Naturally I put it off for five months.  Five months is a long time to go without a haircut.  Especially if your hair is long and grows fast. 

Going wild.
How can you tell if your hair is too long?  Here are some helpful hints:

- your daughter does nothing but pull your hair day and night
- you accidentally dip your hair in your coffee in the morning
- you accidentally razor the tips off while shaving your legs
- your accidentally dip your hair in your ketchup while eating fries
- your ponytail looks exactly like a pony's tail
- you wear it up or pulled back all the time
- your roots have grown out some much you're ombre
- your hair poses a strangulation risk while co sleeping
- you dread washing, blow drying and styling days
- you shudder when looking at your ends in sunlight

Anyway, I go through cycles of growing my hair out really long, getting sick of it, cutting it and then growing it out super long again.  It was time for a cut.

I asked friends and got a recommendation for a salon with English speaking stylists.  I'd been going to only German speaking stylists for years.  Explaining what I want in German never seems to work out.  Maybe the layers are good but the cut is off or the cut is ok but the color is too warm.  I was excited to try a place where I could speak English. 

Not only did I get a great cut and color but everyone at the salon was really nice and friendly.  My hair is a much more manageable length and the color is good.  Ok, the color is a teensie bit too warm but the stylist knew that and offered to fix it but I didn't really have time. Still, I will definitely go back.

Looks like May is my lucky month.

The Month of May

This is kind of silly, but I have a favorite month of the year.  Having a favorite month is new.  Before I was too cynical and jaded for a favorite month.  Six years (in August!) of living in Germany has changed me.  My favorite month is May.  May is better than all the other months because it's Sophie's birthday month.  She's the best thing that ever happened to me, tied with marrying my husband and getting my B.A., my three best decisions in life so far.  Maybe you think it's unfair I like her birthday month and not H's?  My husband doesn't like his birthday any more than I like mine.  His birthday is dead smack in the middle of winter anyway.

This year was winter was six months long.  It went from November until April.  We had snow in March.  It was terrible and depressing and seemed to never end.  It's hard to get excited about someone's birthday when they couldn't care less and there are two feet of snow on the ground.  However, May is always warmer and greener and the flowers are blooming.  Even if it rains it's ok because the next day everything has grown an inch.  May is the first month of the year when I can wear sandals and dresses and shorts.  It feels like a celebration that the short German Summer is finally on it's way.  While June, July and August can disapoint May is always mostly sunny and dry.

May is better in Germany than anywhere else.  Not just because of the weather but also because the German May is packed with public holidays.  How can you not like getting paid for a four day weekend?  It's fabulous unless you are a freelance English teacher who isn't going to get paid.  Trust me, it's worse when you have to work and everyone else has the day free.  I did that one year and it was awful. 

Yay for May, I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I do.

Anyone else have a favorite month or am I in the favorite month club alone? ;)








Friday, May 17, 2013

Happy Mothers Day, Happy Birthday, Happy Spring, Happy whatever

I have nothing to write about.  Lots of fun stuff has happened and is happening but none of it inspired me to put it on the internet.  

It was Fathers Day, my husband played xbox ALL day, of course he did, instead of drinking like most Germans do.  Then it was Mothers day.  Mothers day is like my birthday, no one celebrates it and that's fine with me.  I think I cleaned the apartment that day and H played with Sophie a lot.  It was Sophie's birthday and we went to the Zoo.  She got to wear her lavender Carter's dress I bought before she was born when I was still under the impression that babies need fancy clothes for some reason.  Update: babies don't need fancy dresses, they don't ususally go to fancy events. 

The weather has been super nice so we go for a walk everyday after Sophie's nap.  She plays in the sandbox at the playground and the ducks stalk us for pieces of rice cake.  I'm not sure who loves the ducks more.    


You can tell it's Spring because Redgie has taken up his sunbathing spot in the kitchen again.


 I think Carters has the best baby pajamas. 


I'm pretty sure I plastered the Internet with these pictures of Sophie wearing a red dress.  I covered facebook, instagram, even twitter maybe?  It was a beautiful day and she looked so cute. 


I find it amusing that H likes to edit my fashion sense.  I painted my toenails really dark dark red even though I knew he wouldn't like it.  Sure enough when he came home he asked why my toenails were 'black'.  This is the kind of rhetorical question he asks to show his disapproval.  Obviously my toenails are that color because I painted them, right?  He used to ask rhetorical questions about my skinny jeans (he hates skinny jeans too) but I've worn nothing but skinny jeans for years now and I think he's accepted them.  Sometimes he is right about my fashion sense.  I was looking at old pictures and I realized that all this time he was right about my huge shiny earrings looking like Christmas decorations.  It's ok, I never wear big earrings anymore because I'm pretty sure Sophie would rip them out. 

How many people dress to please their spouses I wonder?

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Rat poison

 
Yesterday we went for a walk.  We go for a lot of walks.  Mostly because we have a dog but also because it's healthy, walking is free and we live in area that is full of what the Germans call 'nature'.  Yesterday we decided to drive to the other side of the Kellersee and check out a little bog there.

 




There is a rat trap in our back parking lot under a tile leaning against our building.  The trap has rat poison in it.  I have never seen a rat while living here.  I understand they are pests but rats don't bother me.  I think they're only a little less adorable than mice which are super adorable. 

Now Redgie loves rodents, as in, he loves to try to hunt them.  Once he was successful and killed a big shiny rat half his size in Berlin.  It was a horrible traumatic experience for me but he thought it was the  most fun he'd ever had.  Redgie is drawn to the rat trap and he's always trying to sneak over and check it out.

Yesterday I wasn't paying attention to what he was doing while waiting for H to get Sophie out of the car.  I saw a bit of scuffle by the rat trap but I wasn't certain what was going on.  Was he snapping at something inside the trap or did he just gulp down some rat poison?   A bit of crucial difference between the two.  I was unhappy with myself for forgetting about the rat trap.  Never forget about the rat trap.

I turned to what I always turn to in times of trouble: wine Google.  Google let me know that rat poison is nasty stuff that causes internal bleeding and brain swelling.  If I took him to the vet and he hadn't eaten rat poison it would be a waste of money.  If I waited several days until he showed symptoms it would be too late.  He'd suffer terrible pain, the treatment would be even more expensive and he might die. 

Google gave me another route.  I could try to induce vomiting on my own using 3% hydrogen peroxide.  You're not supposed to do that without supervision from a vet but whatever.  I measured out 5 ccs, mixed it with vanilla sauce and gave it to poor trusting Redgie.  After 15 minutes he looks a little nauseous but that was it.  Nothing.  So I tried again.  Still nothing. 

If we were going to pump his stomach it had to be done within two hours.  H called his mom.  Her dog had eaten rat poison last year and had to have his stomach pumped.  After a bit of back and forth we decided to go to the vet down the street.  The vet gave Redgie an injection and we took him out to parking lot to wait.  Within five minutes he was violently ill.  I felt so sorry for him.  For the next hour he was really, really sick.  On the bright side, he didn't actually eat any rat poison and we didn't have to pump his stomach. 

I think putting a rat trap by a door that a small dog goes in and out of everyday isn't a good idea. Maybe it will grow legs and move somewhere less dangerous or maybe some German husband will have a word with the caretaker about moving it somewhere less dangerous.

Our day ended with this five minute rainbow and Sophie falling asleep wearing her new birthday pajamas from her grandma.


I LOVE those pajamas.

Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Do Europeans parent better than Americans?

I have a lot of thoughts on cross cultural parenting and what kind of parenting cultures are better.  But in order to talk about parenting I have to go into the cultural context first.  I apologize in advance if this post is somewhat muddled because these ideas are wrapped up in other ideas I have about European culture as a whole.

First, to clear up any confusion lets first define the deference between parenting styles and parenting cultural.  Parenting styles are the way in which individuals approach child rearing.  You can read about them more here.  Parenting culture is the environment in which children are raised and can vary from place to place within a country.  French children are raised to be French but their parenting culture might be quiet different if they are raised in Paris or the country around Parentis-en-Born.  All French children are raised in French culture.  This is true for people everywhere.  Individual parents have different parenting styles and countries in Europe have different cultures but there are some across the board similarities between European parents. 

There are in existence a lot of parenting books.  Some of which might suggest that the French (or Europeans in general) parent better than Americans.  This is an idea that's been floating around on the Internet for years. Almost every blogger whose blog I read has touched on this once.  They almost always universally agree with it.  Even the American parents insist that they were raised as children or are raising their kids 'European'.  This makes the wannabe sociologist in me give a sad little sigh.  I think the idea that Europeans parent better comes from this idea Americans have that Europe is culturally superior to America.   While I understand the romanticized concept of Europe I don't always think that plays out in reality.

I haven't raised children in America.  I only vaguely know about American parenting culture from my own upbringing and the few people I know that have children in the US.  The American kids I know are great.  They are polite, well behaved, healthy and really well dressed.  They have set mealtimes, don't constantly interrupt their parents or ruin their lives.  I have never met the mythical American child tyrant who demands to be fed chicken nuggets and throws so many tantrums that the parents can never go anywhere without a babysitter.  I'm sure bratty children exists in the US but in my experience they are not the typical child.  Out of the ten or so children I babysat for back in the 1990s I only remember one family that had children who misbehaved. 

Bratty, misbehaving children can be found in Germany as well.  Like the US they are the exception and not the majority.  People are going to pay attention to the one child throwing a tantrum much more than the ten that aren't.  As an English teacher I worked in kindergartens, taught private lessons and groups lessons.  Most of the children were really sweet and a pleasure to work with.  The kids I had problems with were nightmares that I attributed solely to the parenting choices of their primary caregivers, not their German culture.

If you don't have children it might blow your mind to find out that all kids throw tantrums, push boundaries, wake during the night and all babies cry!   All of them!  Even the French!  Buried deep in the article on why French parenting is better is their secret for getting babies to sleep through the night-

'It is why the French babies I meet mostly sleep through the night from two or three months old. Their parents don't pick them up the second they start crying, allowing the babies to learn how to fall back asleep.'

I'm not quiet sure how to convey my disappointment through the written word but REALLY!!!??? That is it?  That's the trick?  We have that in the US but instead of 'teaching babies patience' we call it 'controled comforting'.  It's a well known sleep training method that isn't particularly French at all.  In Germany most babies sleep in a crib in their parent's room for the first year.  Sophie's pediatrician would have been mortified if I'd refused to get up in the middle of the night and feed a crying two month old.  Pediatricians in the US don't recommend sleep training until babies are six months old.  The general consensus being that young babies needs to eat every two-four hours.   Ignoring a two month old that is hungry or thirsty in the middle of the night isn't going to kill them but it doesn't sound like a very nice thing to do. 

As an American living in a European country I probably parent differently than Americans living in America.  Germany gives parents incentives that take the financial stress out of having a baby.  They also provide states subsidized kindergarten starting at 18 months.  It's possible we enjoy parenting more because of the child friendly German culture.   That doesn't mean I'd want to raise Sophie as a German. 

I feel like our shared American culture is important for developing creativity, individuality and flexibility.  These are qualities that I admire in Americans but have found to be somewhat lacking in Germans.  Seriously, have you ever asked a German to write a short story?  It used to be a part of teaching unreal conditionals and they were awful at it.  I was always asked what exactly the story should be about.  When I told them to make something up they would simply refuse to do the task.  In the end I had to assign them topics and always received the lamest stories about vacations or being an engineer.  In contrast the two Japanese students I taught always made up wildly creative short stories about flying houses or other fantastical things. 

While I can't say if Europeans parent better I can tell you that expat and dual nationality children have an advantage.  They are most likely going to be raise bilingual or in some lucky cases trilingual.  Many of them have dual citizenship, experience two cultures and get the best of whatever countries they live in.  Having an E.U. passport can open a lot of doors. 


What do you think?

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Always remember never forget

I never wanted anything as much as I wanted Sophie.  Most every day I think about how lucky I am to have her.  I think about how I would die if she were ever taken away from me.   She makes me happy and she's changed my life.  There is never a second that goes by that I am not thankful for this lovely little person.  Sometimes way deep down inside I think about how I might do it all over again.  I think about all the pain and suffering that lies ahead but I don't mind because the pain and suffering is what reminds me to be grateful.   It wasn't easy to bring a person into the world and I will never forget that. 

Today while I was busy being thankful for my daughter I was also angry that I am spending another day completely alone with her.   I'm not a single parent but I am often parenting alone.   Parenting alone probably wouldn't be so bad but I have other checks against me.  I live in a rural area, I live in a foreign country, and I prefer to converse in my native language.  

In some ways being an expat parent is easier.  I think it's easier to meet other parents.   The expat community has always been close but throw in the aspect of raising children and it becomes even closer.  I am fortunate to have great friends that I couldn't live without.  If my husband came home at night most of my challenges would be a piece of cake.  But he doesn't and he won't be any time soon. 

The hard work doesn't bother me.  I like to be busy because it makes me feel good about myself and it keeps my mind from turning in on itself.  My problem is that I can't split myself in two.  Inevitably there are always frustrating times when I need another set of hands.  Maybe I'm trying to get dressed or make dinner or let out the dog but Sophie is demanding my immediate attention.  She wears me down emotionally because I feel terrible that I can't always hold her or pay attention to her.  Neither of us is happy but I have an extra weight of guilt because I want her to always get what she needs.   I don't want her to only have one parent most days of the week.  

Today was one of the days when I fell apart.  I felt like a structure that has many small stresses and then suddenly collapse.  I acutely feel my spouses absence.  After four weeks I'm lonely.  Sophie's teething pains are peaking once again so she has trouble falling and staying asleep.  Less sleep makes her more irritable and clingy.  An irritable clingy baby makes it harder for me to get things done.  When I'm not on top of things I start to feel bad and feeling bad always makes me turn on myself.  My bad feelings multiply and I get stuck in a hole that I have to fight my way out of.   

I was trying to fight my way out of a nasty hole this morning when the mail man rang the bell and woke Sophie.  Awakened from her nap far too early my little girl was a cranky mess.  She didn't want to be put down or held.  As she often does when she's upset she was grabbing onto my arms too tightly and pinching me.  The tipping point was when I tried to lay her next to me and she threw up all over the sofa and my hair.  Faced with such a mess on a busy day of errands and housework but no way to sooth my child I cried.  Then I texted H to tell him I needed help.  He called me back right away and listened to me vent, then promised to help with whatever he could whenever he could.  After our talk I felt a little better.  I did the only thing I could which was put on some makeup and strap Sophie into her stroller for errands.

The weather was beautiful, just warm enough that I didn't need a sweater.  A walk downtown to the post office and then down by the lake was lovely and relaxing.  It also eased the burden of guilt I was feeling about Redgie not being walked all week.  We fed some of Sophie's rice cakes to the ducks (shhhh don't tell, it's no allowed to feed the ducks) and saw our awful neighbor with her granddaughter at the playground. By the time we got back home I was feeling right as rain and my overtired baby fell asleep so deeply she didn't even wake up when I put her in her crib.  She took a nap long enough for me to feel like I had a break.  Now everything is fine. 

I think I'm lucky and I have many things to be grateful for.  I have friends and family and we all live first world lives.  I have a beautiful little person who is half me and half of the other person I love most in life. That doesn't mean that everything is always easy or perfect.  I get angry, frustrated, overwhelmed, some days are so difficult I can hardly breath.   I can only get stuck if I stop moving long enough to dwell on the little things that have gone wrong.  As long as I keep on and remember how thankful I am then I can make it.  And I only have to make it until Friday. 






Sunday, April 21, 2013

Happy weekend


-Years and years ago I bought this grey trapeze jacket from H&M for a paltry €20.  That was back when trapeze was all the rage and nothing had a waist.  I remember it fondly as the year everything I bought resembled a tent.  My husband hated all things trapeze.  He was probably glad when I eventually threw out all those shapeless sacks six months later.  Everything except this jacket, which is the only jacket that fit me all through pregnancy and then post pregnancy.  I think it was worth the €20. 

- Last week I attempted to go toy shopping in Eutin.  We spent so much time having fun outside that I was kind of beat.  I didn't want to go to Kiel or Lübeck.  When my mom visited last Spring we went to a toy store in Eutin. I went back with Sophie but it was gone.  The shop was being renovated and turned into something else.  Boo!  H had told us we could try to find some toys in the department store.  The selection was so tiny but I managed to find a couple of things that were acceptable.  I definitely would not go back though.  All our future toy shopping will have to be done in one of the big cities. 

Shopping plaza in Eutin


- I went jogging on Saturday morning.  The more I try to exercise and lose weight the more I see how terribly out of shape I am.  I'm so close to my goal weight, I refuse to give up.  Eight pounds to go!  

- I get to sit in bed this morning and read magazines and blog because I'm waiting for my nail polish to dry.  I let H pick the color and he picked pink.  He always picks pink.  As you can guess, I'm going to make sure it's really, really dry ;).

- We took Sophie to the construction market yesterday.  We picked out some pretty flowers and strawberry plants for the balcony.  She was so fascinated by everything.  There was a promotion going on so she got a balloon and stuffed bee.  As soon as we got home Redgie stole the stuffed bee.  Both H and I had some words with him about this but he refuses to accept that the bee isn't his new toy. 


- Sophie's birthday is in two weeks.   I'm so excited.  I think I prefer her birthday to mine.  My birthday is always depressing anyway.