French kids & film

Basically, this is how I'm hoping my little boys will turn out if I only speak French at home.

Well, minus the swearing perhaps. Also, I want to see Monsieur Papa and Le cochon de Gaza.

Family - a proclamation

So there's this blogger I follow, her name is Jocelyn and she is one of the most inspiring people I know. She used to be in broadcasting (do you see why I like her? :) and is now a stay-at-home mom. She blogs about their family life but most of all about her attempts to teach her children righteous principles. She writes beautifully and I love to hear the small and simple ways she testifies of Christ to her family. I hope I'll be as awesome a mom as she is.

Anyway, all that to say that in September she hosts an event on The Family: a Proclamation to the World





in collaboration with some other bloggers. It's always an inspiring read, and I love hearing so many women's perspectives on the proclamation and its role in their lives. You should come join the party!

Hypocrisy... I'm good at it

Sometimes I feel like a total hypocrite.

For example, ideologically speaking I can’t stand girls who just care about fashion and worship their husband and dream of being the perfect homemaker. And yet I secretly enjoy shopping (or should I say, I enjoy to have shopped. I kind of can’t stand big crowds most of the time) and feel so unfeministic about  it. Deep down, I don’t actually want to be a big tough working girl… I don’t think I’ve got what it takes. Also, those girls often seem like the most blissfully happy people.

And then there’s the dumb people who have DSLRs and wear them like they’re an accessory… but I would kill to get my hands on one (figuratively speaking of course).

Oh and my undying hatred for rich people (sorry rich kids), but really… sometimes I wish I had grown up with a daddy that got me everything I always wanted on a silver platter. It’s not that I’m a socialist, I just kind of wish I were born in one of those fancy upper classes of society. Then again, I'm grateful for my artist's daughter upbringing and how many places we've lived. My dad was definitely more fun than yours, hands down. (No offense)

Anyway, that’s enough of my hypocritical self for today. Hey, at least I own up to my hypocrisy every once in a while, that’s gotta count for something right?

Prerogative, methinks?

I have just informed my husband that every time I have a baby (however many times that ends up being), I fully expect the following immediately after childbirth:

A new haircut and color
Massage and pedicure
Full body spray tan. (At least my skin can look good while I'm trying to regain a normal waist, right?)

Of course, I'm sure this will make motherhood more than worthwhile.



Yes, it's laughing baby. Fantastic.