Full Tank
Expat Life

610 Miles to Empty

Growing up in America, I’ve been largely unfamiliar with diesel cars.  Diesel was something you filled up with once in a blue moon when you rented a U-Haul to move house.  It was the rare filling station indeed where you’d find a diesel pump.  Sensible given that less than 5% of cars on the road in the US are diesel.

Fast forward to life in the UK where over 50% of vehicles are diesel.  I’ve had to apply a level of concentration and decision-making at the pump not previously required and I still get confused over which color is diesel and which color is unleaded.  But, luckily, I’ve never managed to fill up with the wrong stuff.  My trusty little BMW that I’ve had since moving here was a petrol engine but I’ve just now traded it in for my first ever diesel, a Volvo XC60.

I’d like to claim that this was a “green” decision but our motivation was really the need to get something larger to cart around toddler paraphernalia.  And, most of the choices were diesel.  On my first trip to the petrol station this week, I was thankful to find in big bright yellow letters the word “DIESEL” printed on the fuel cap.  A constant reminder not to do something stupid during a fill up.

In terms of fuel efficiency, the diesel advantage was clear as soon as turned on the ignition after filling up.  Six hundred and ten miles to empty the dashboard display told me, double what I got from the BMW.  Now I just need to decide where to go!

First Haircut
Motherhood

Who Needs a Hairdresser?

We (I) decided to cut Little Monkey’s hair.  My romantic visions of leaving his hair to become a flowing mane of curls had really just become a tangled scruffy mess.  I have tried to justify this by telling myself that a good haircut is always the secret to having it grow thicker and fuller.  In the end, it was just bugging me and his hair needed a little tidy up.

Before - Nice Hair

Professional vs. DIY was the next question.  As a consumer of hundreds of professional haircuts over the years, I felt like I’d paid enough attention to enable me to cut the hair of a 16 month old.   He certainly wasn’t going to complain about the styling but my own scars of bad childhood haircuts (thanks mom!) made me want to at least make sure he looked respectable.

Anyone with a toddler will surely recognize that the secret to getting a sharp implement near their head is 1) containment and 2) distraction.  So, with those two precepts in mind, we forged ahead.  First, containment.  The grandparents gave Little Monkey a lovely tricycle for Christmas which he loves to push around the house and SIT IN.  With Little Monkey securely in his trike, we move on to phase two, distraction.  This is where Peppa Pig comes in.  Sitting in his groovy trike in front of the tele watching Peppa.  Who could ask for anything more?

After - Who is this smart-looking boy?

And so with the stage set, we took turns with the shears.  What a cooperative little boy he was.  Lucky for us, most of the trim required was in the back of his head which he mostly didn’t care about.  We struggled to get around his ears as he could see the scissors coming.  But, in the end I think we did a pretty bang up job and I now have a little boy with neat hair!