It’s been four months since my last haircut, so yesterday Sarah volunteered to babysit Oliver so that I could get a trim and highlights. It would be the first time I was apart from Oliver since he was born. I’d heard some moms can get terrible separation anxiety. Well, not me! Not that I don’t love my little dude, but I enjoyed every minute away.
After my highlights, haircut and complementary hand massage at Andrea Garburg, I picked up Oliver and met a new expat friend for lunch at, where else, L’Osteria. She’s awesome and amazing and I look forward to getting to know her better. Whoever said there are no expats in Regensburg?
And my aunt let me know that she’s mailed me the Hotsling I wanted, so sometime soon I’ll be able to breastfeed hands-free and Oliver won’t have to worry about me dropping food on him anymore as I clumsily try to feed myself left-handed.
And don’t worry, I love my curls and they’ll be back when I wash my hair tonight.
In Oliver news, he can pretty much hold his head up on his own now and can even do it when we pull him from a laying to a sitting position. He gets a huge grin when we do that too, like, “Look ma! I did it!”