Mondays can't get more fun

J has been working on a small machine for a few days and every night he comes home saying ... 'I wish I could take the kids with me and let them sit on my lap to try it out'. So this moring we hopped in the van and took a drive out to the country ... and I mean to the middle of nowhere to the construction site he is working at. The children knew why we were going and could hardly wait for Daddy to take care of all his responsibilites before they could get to work.

BUT ... out of the three who will get to go first? I told them they could go in the order they arrived to this world ... Lutza thought it would be nice if the boys let 'ladies go first' - either way she was the lucky one who got to have some serious fun first.

J mar jo nehany napja egy kis aso gepen dolgozik es minden este azzal jon haza hogy 'barcsak kivihetnem a gyerekeket es az olembe ulve kiprobalhatnak'. Igy ma reggel beugrottunk az autoba es kimentunk a 'hatarba' ... es nem viccelek, a semmi kozepen ahol J most dolgozik. A gyerekek tudtak hogy hova megyunk es alig vartakhogy Daddy minden reggeli tennivalojat elvegezze mielott elkezdhettek dolgozni.

DE ... a harombol ki lesz az elso? En azt ajanlottam, hogy menjenek olyan sorrendbe mint ahogy megerkeztek a foldre ... Lutza meg azt ajanlotta hogy azert csak a lanyoknak illene eloszor menni. Igy is ugy is o lett az elso.

The obligatory cheese (by the way she is working on it lately to not to have it too cheesy - this one is pretty natural ;o)

A kotelezo 'cheese' (egyebkent igyekezik mostanaban nem tul sajtosra csinalni - ez eleg termeszetes mosoly lett ;o)

Thumbs up for that big rock she got to dig up.

Buszkeseg ... nem semmi kovet asott ki Lutza.

Vidor in his element... He can play with the toy ones at the park forever so he got right on Daddy's lap and knew exactly what to do - he could have stayed on this machine all day.

Vidor teljesen beleelte magat. A parkban az ilyen markoloval naplementeig tud jatszani ugyhogy csak beleugrott Daddy olebe es pontosan tudta hogy mit kell csinali - szerintem egesz nap elult volna rajat.


They dug a trench for a water drainage pipe along side the new addition to a house.

Egy vizelvezeto godrot astak az alap mellet az uj hozzaadashoz.



Oh, my little Guzie ... today he was not fond of being the last born - but finally it was his turn. I love seeing his face doing the real thing. He was pretty good with those controls.

Oh, az en kis Guzim ... ma nem igazan tetszett neki hogy o szuletett utoljara - de vegre o volt a soros. Imadom az arcat latni amikor tudja hogy nem jatek a dolog. Ugyes volt azokkal a karokkal.



Needless to say it was hard to peel them off that machine.



Mondanom sem kell, eleg nehez volt hazamenni.

Best day ever .... every day

We went camping again and well, we had 'the best days ever' again. For our first camping trip we went to Disneyland. And now if we mention to word camping, of course the children think we are going there again. On our first trip J and the children would sit down every night and discuss the plans for next day, check out the map and the route we would take and tell stories about their favorite part of the day. Vidor, without fail, every day concluded the day as 'this was the best day ever'. Since than this became our motto, our goal to make every day the best day ever. And what could be any better than ....

Nehany hetvegevel ezelott megint satorozni mentunk es megint a 'vilag legjobb napjat' toltottuk egyutt. Az idei elso satorozos utunk Disneyland-be vitt. Es most mar akar hanyszor kiejtjuk a szankon azt a szot hogy 'satorozas', termeszetesen azt gondoljak a gyerekek, hogy megint oda megyunk. Az elso utunkon Jeff minden este leult a gyerekekkel es megbeszeltek a terveket a kovetkezo napra, tanulmanyoztak a terkepet, es elmeseltek egymasnak a nap legelmenytelibb esemenyeit. Vidor, gondolkozas nelkul, minden este azt mondta hogy 'ez volt a vilag legjobb napja'. Azota ez a celunk, azt akarjuk hogy minden nap a vilag lejobb napja legyen.
Es mi lehet annal jobb mint ...

... crawling in the warm sand. (Kalaloch, WA)

... maszni a meleg homokban.

... saying cheese in a cheesy way.

... azt mondani hogy 'cheese' nagyon sajtosan.

... watching a beautiful sunset.

... nezni a gyonyoru naplementet.

... being the first ones on the beach in the morning.

... megelozni reggel mindenkit az oceanparton.

... finding cool stuff (even if it stinks like crazy).

... talani super kincseket (megha borzaszto budos is).

... climbing really old trees barefoot.

... megmaszni nagyon oreg fakat mezitlab.

... exploring the coastline with the brothers and sis.

... felfedezo utra menni a tesokkal.

... learning how to make a good campfire.

... megtanulni tuzetrakni.

... eating dinner on a riverbank.

... folyoparton vacsorazni.

... being amazed by the beautiful work of God.

... elamulni Isten csodalatos munkajatol.

My selfless Angel

So the day came .... Lutza finally got her first haircut. It was a sad and joyous day, sad for me and joyous for her. I have been a mommy now for 5 years and I still can't believe sometimes how much tiny human beings can teach me about so many aspects of life.

Hat eljott a nap ... Lutza atesett az elso hajvagasan. Szomoru es boldog nap volt, szomoru nekem es boldog Lutzanak. Mar tobb mint ot eve anyuka vagyok, de meg minding neha nehez elhinni hogy ezek az apro lelkek mennyi mindent tudnak nekem tanitati az eletrol.




Lutza has never had a haircut before and her bouncy beautiful locks have been part of her image. That is the only way I knew her, with her messy locks, long ponytail, or her pretty breads. About a year ago she was old enough to understand that one day we will cut it and that she can actually help others by giving her hair to them. It was a conscious and firm decision she made about donating her hair. We agreed to grow it a little while longer but requests regularly came whether 'it was time yet'. Now don't misunderstand me, I wanted to give her hair away, I wanted her to learn the importance of giving up something that is precious to us to help others. BUT, I did not want my little Lutza to change. Instead of honoring her regular requests, I tried to convince her that she should wait just a little bit longer.

Lutza-nak meg soha nem vagtuk le a hajat es a rugos furtjei teljes mertekbe reszei voltak a szemelyisegenek. En csak igy ismertem, a kocos furtjeivel, a hosszu csikofarkaval, vagy a csini fonataival. Korulbelul egy evvel ezelott Lutza elerte a kort hogy mergertse, hogy ha majd egyszer levagjuk a hajat es odaadomanyozzuk beteg gyerekeknek, akkor o jobba es szebbe tudja tenni masok eletet vele. Azon a napon tudatos es komoly elhatarozast hozott. Megegyztunk, hogy meg novesztjuk egy kicsit tovabb de renszeresen feltette a kerdest 'hogy eljott-e mar a nap?'. Kerlek ne erts felre, en is oda akartam adomanyozni a hajat mert azt akartam hogy megtanulja hogy milyen fontos az hogy nehe feladjuk a dolgokat amik nagyon kedvesek hozzank hogy segithessunk masokon. DE, en nem akartam hogy az en kicsi Lutzam megvaltozzon. Igy ahelyett hogy tiszteletben kellett volna hogy tartsam a kereset, probaltam meggyozni hogy meg novesszuk egy kicsit.

Last Thursday I realized that the day came. As I lined up all the boys of the house for haircuts, Lutza stood in line as usual. Before, I would just hold on the clippers to her head and pretend to cut her hair but this time she meant it. "I am ready to cut my hair and give it away". I looked at my dear husband, he nodded his head - and as like a knife was turned in my heart - I told her to take a seat. She was ecstatic and over-the-clouds-happy. We measured and decided 'go big or go home', we will go for as much as we can... 13 inches of her beautiful hair went to Locks of Love to help other children and the best part is that she truly understood the meaning of her act. Needless to say, my heart is overjoyed with love and gratitude for my selfless child and her generosity.

Mult csutortokon azonban rajottem, hogy eljott a nap. Ahogy szepen sorba allitottam a haz fiait, Lutza is sorba allt mint mindig. Azelott csak jatszasibol a fejehez tartottam a hajvagot, mintha neki is vagnam a hajat, de most tenyleg komolyan gondolta "Keszen allok hogy levagjuk a hajamat". Raneztem kedves ferjemre, Daddy bolintott - es mintha egy kest csavartak voltna a szivembe - megkertem hogy csucsuljon le. Alig fert a borebe, szinte a felhok felett ropkodott a boldogsagtol. Megmertuk a hajat es ugy dontottunk hogy levagunk annyit amennyit csak tudunk. 32 centimeter a gyonyoru arany furtjeibol el lett kuldve Locks of Love-hoz (egy alapitvany aki parokakat keszit gyerekeknek akik rakos es egyeb betegseg miatt elvesztettek a hajukat). Azt hiszem hogy mondanom sem kell, hogy a szivem csurdultig van szeretettel es halaval a nagylanyomert es az onzetlen, szivbol jovo adomanyaert.



Lutza is just a sassy and just as Lutza as she was, she did not change a bit. If anything, she is more like a mature young lady. She is proud and excited to show others her new cut and well .... absolutely enjoys the shorter morning routines. As for me, I cried (if you know me a bit you know I can cry if people just look at me cross eyed). I cried a few times from the joy and pleasure to welcome the short haired Lutza and I am deeply thankful that she teaches me and reminds me to step forward and embrace change. Imagine what a mess I am going to be when she goes off to college...

Lutza ugyan olyan 'pimasz' es belevalo amilyen azelott volt, nem valtozott semmit. Vagyis talan meg jobban belenott a fiatal lany szerepebe. Buszke es boldog, alig varja hogy megmutathassa az uj frizurajat a baratainak .... es az igazat megvallva nagyon elvezi hogy kevesebb idobe kerul reggelente elkeszulni. Ami engem illet, en sirtam (ha egy kicsit ismersz akkor tudod hogy en mar attol tudok sirni ha valaki kancsalul nez ram). Sirtam nehanyszor az oromtol es a boldogsagtol hogy koszonthetem az uj, rovid haju Lutzat az eletembe. Teljes szivembol halas vagyok, hogy cselekedete emlekztet arra hogy lepjet elore es fogadjam el a valtozasokat az eletbe. Ha most igy bogtem akkor kepzelhetet milyen bajba leszek ha kikoltozik hogy egyetemre menjen ....