Super moms part 2

Here comes the comments that I promised from the previous post. Just to list a few of the things that annoyed me about the Super mom documentary which was shown at the Swedish tv (svt.se) on the 19th of July:
*To be nominated a super mom you must belong to a church and be married which means that you're not a super mom if you're not religious, single parent or homosexual.
*The moms felt that they were totally sacrificing themself for their family. Some of them were very bitter that they had given up their career for their children.
*The moms didn't get any appreciation or a clap on the shoulder from people in their surrounding.
*The moms didn't share the responsibility and fun with other adults including the dads
*The presentation of why they should be the next American Super mom had to be exactly a certain number of minutes. Not a second more! The presentations became very clichéish so that the Super moms started crying. One woman said that a real Super mom should prioritize God, her marriage and children before herself...no comment!
*It was too much sobbing and American dream...

I'm still curious of what YOU thought of the movie! Please let me know!

Are there such things as "Super moms"?

The other day I watched the American movie about so called super moms and it triggered so many buttons in me. Frankly, I became really upset! My fingers itched to write down my thoughts and share them with you... but before I post them here I'd like you to see the movie and let me and others know what you thought it.

Are there such a thing as SUPER MOMS/DADS?
What's a super mom/dad for you?
Do parents need an award?

I'll post my thoughts here on Wednesday the 5th of August!

Picture: Julie, Chien blanc and her super big eyed mom!

We've had some warm days

June and July haven't been exceptional this year here in Stockholm but we've had some great days... unfortunately at the same time we were in Biscarrosse ;-)!

For our little miss sunshine, however, there is no difference if it's sun or rain as long as she can play!

She really loves the water and once in a while I'm considering going to a course in baby swimming with her... but now when she's a big girl maybe we can go together with her friends and their mommy's instead?

Picture: Julie in her bathtub in our kitchen!

Julie recommends

If you wake up and feel tired and sad although you slept THREE full hours try Julie's HAPPY morning face mask. You mix children's porridge according to the instructions on the package and rub it ALL over your face, hair and clothes. It sure makes wonders for Julie and I... it makes us laugh, puts wide smiles on our faces and we feel alive here and now. The fact that we both slept too little and everything else seems to be small problems when we laugh together!

If it rejuvinates your skin is left to see!

Needless to say, she'll end her spa-session with a nice bath;-)!

Nez, nez, nez vs. Nä, nä, nä

When two words in different languages sound similar but have different meanings there can be a problem...

My husband G has a game with Julie where they touch their noses and say: Nez, nez, nez!
(French for Nose, nose, nose!) Julie then bubbles with laughter and then they start over again. Nez, nez, nez...

However, when I say: Nä, nä, nä! (Swedish slang for No, no, no!) when she's putting her fingers in the electric socket or pulling my hair really hard she bubbles with laughter too!

It took awhile for me to understand why she became so happy when I said no! Maybe I'll have to say No in other languages?

Finnish: Ei!

Albanian: Jo!

Somali: Maya!

German: Nein! Maybe the most effective ;-D?

A minivacation to Kalix

In the middle of June we went up to celebrate my cousin S's graduation and visit my wonderful grandparents in Kalix.

We enjoyed so many things...
my grandma's delicious cooking (such as palt, omelette with chanterelles, all kinds of berries, fika), the light at night, the walk along the river (G ran ;-)!), the visit to Kukkolaforsen, the adventurous search for elks and deers, my grandpa's garden and his statistic book of his harvests since 1972, the first tomato, Julie and the dogs (she especially loves white dogs), the wine and goat cheeses in the evening, the folkdancers, the animals (we laughted so hard when the goat loudly and surprisingly went: Bäääääääähh!)...

Julie's first passport

Now our little sweet pea have got her first passport! She was very fascinated with the camera and the situation didn't allow me to tickle her so that she'd smile on the picture. Where the holder's signature should be it says: Not able to sign!

It wasn't so easy to get a Swedish passport because both parents have to be present at the Police station. To make a long story short... we had booked tickets to Bordeaux and needed a passport pretty fast so to be effective Julie and I went there to fix it while G was working. We filled in the papers, took the photo and paid but still G had to come by and sign the papers. It's very good from a security point of view so that one parent doesen't apply for a passport and leave the country with the child but very annoying when you want to be effective ;-).

The day after Julie and I met up with G to finish the application. But since G doesn'thave a Swedish identification card we had to ask a third person to confirm that "he was he". It wasn't enough that we're married! Well, well... now we have received it in good time before the vacation!

Thank you my dear cousin S for helping us!