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 ....

Vidor the Conquerer

I am so proud of this boy ... more than words can express. In the past few weeks he has grown so much on so many ways. Vidor is the most loving and kindest person who loves people but also appreciates that special world where he can be alone with is imagination. He builds the most amazing things out of the oddest things he finds around the house but he has hard time trying out new things - even if they look fun. He wants to be a big boy - and he wants that really bad. And of course that means taking chances ... We have taken an amazing camping trip just recently and those 10 days changed our boy's life forever - he took a lot of chances.

Olyan buszke vagyok erre a fiura ... szavak ki sem tudjak fejezni. Az elmult nehany honapban sok teren nott, foleg az onbizalma. Vidor olyan szerettel teli, kedves es szereti a tarsasagot, de nagyon ertekeli azt a vilagot is ahol a kepzeletet szabadjara tudja engedni. A legerdekesebb dolgokat tud vickek vackokbol epiteni amit a haz korul talal, de valahogy nehezen megy neki hogy uj dolgokat probaljon ki. Vidor nagy fiu akar lenni - es azt nagyon akar. A satorozos utunk Disneylandba, 10 nap az uton es a sok uj kornyezet es kaland megvaltoztatta az eletet orokre.

He would never jump off of high things before ... something that he just did not do out of principle ... it had nothing to do with trust. But on the tail end of our trip he climbed this monument and without thinking for even an instant, he flew right into his Daddy's arms.

Vidor soha nem ugralt le magas helyekrol ... valami amit csak elvbol nem csinalt ... semmi koze nem volt a masokban valo bizalmahoz. De az utunk vegefele megmaszta ezt az emlekmuvet is gondolkodas nelkul az Apukaja karjaiba repult.

He is more a big brother than ever. Even though he is younger than Lutza, he is a BOY and he knows that comes with responsibilities. Taking care of both of his siblings just warms my heart ... He is in the middle after all, middle children are pretty cool (just ask me ;o)

Most mar jobban nagy teso mint valaha volt. Bar fiatalabb mint Lutza, o azert csak FIU es tudja hogy az a cim felelosseggel jar. Ahogy gondoskodik a testvereirol elolvasztja a szivem ... O kozeppen van, a kozepso gyerekek azok eleg szuperek (csak kerdezz engem ;o)


For a person who doesn't even get on the swing, Disneyland can be an overwhelming place. My goodness, it overwhelmed me! But where is my Vidor? Riding on the Pirates of the Carribian and LOVING IT with that joyful smile on his face 'can we do it again' (especially the fast slide part that he just thought rocked).

Valakinek, aki meg hintazni sem szeret, Disneyland eleg rettenetesnek tunhet. Oh, mindenhato, meg nekem is rettenetesnek tunt. De hol van az en Vidorom? A Pirates of the Carribian hajoban es IMADJA MINDEN PILLANATAT azzal a fulig ero mosollyal az arcan 'mehetunk megy egyszer' (foleg a gyors csuszda resze, szerite az a vilagon a legjobb volt).

And that Waterbug ... that is my boy who would dive into my arms and into neck deep water after he discovered that playing in the water is actually pretty fun.

Es ez a vizibogar ... az az en fiam aki gondolkodas nelkul ugrott a karjaimba es nyakig ero vizbe miutan felfedezte hogy a vizben valo jatszas az bizony nagyon jo szorakozas.


His life was changed after our trip... We got home and the first thing he wanted to do is try to ride his bike. This bike has been waiting and sitting in the garage for 'when he is ready' and finally he was ready. He got on it, got a 'mighty push' from Momma and off he went. He is actually riding standing up now, hopping curbs, going way too fast and scaring me to death.

Ez az ut megvaltoztatta az eletet. Amikor hazaertunk ez elso dolog amit csinalni akart az volt hogy megtanuljon biciklizni. Ez a bico mar regot ult a garazsban es arra vart hogy 'Vidor keszen alljon' es vegre Vidor elszanta magat. Rault, es egy jo lokes Mamma-tol ... mar oda is volt. Most mar allva tekeri, utszeleket ugral vele, tul gyorsan megy es halalra ilyeszt.

Wish upon a star ... Kivanj egy csillagtol

This is a short version of our amazing camping trip to Disneyland. Unfortunately the full screen version is not as crisp as my original .... but I think the joy still comes through ;o)

Ez a kis video a roviditett valtozata a satorozos kalandunknak Disneyland-be. Sajnos a teljes kepernyos valtozata nem olyan tiszta mint az eredeti, de remelem hogy a szeretet igy is sugarzik belole.

Magyarul, kerlek! ~ In Hungarian, Pleeese!

Oh, so I have a blog ... I kinda all forgot about it. And you may ask why? Well, just because I can. Life has been just so busy and beautiful that we are taking it all in ... and the truth to be told, I have hard time sitting in one place for a long time lately ... that means next to my computer as well. But a lot of things happened in the past two months and I must put them away in a safe place before I forget about them.

First and foremost, I have decided - which should not to be confused with a promise - that I will write this blog from now in two languages. I have been asked and 'scolded' by family many times that I am not being fair to them by writing only in English. BUT it took a recent comment from one of my sweet high school classmate to get the final kick in the hind ~ thanks Ida. So here I go, in Hungarian Please.

Oh, szoval nekem van egy blog-om ... egy kicsit elfelejtkeztem rola. Es kerdezed miert? Hat, mert el tudtam felejtkezni rola. Az elet olyan teljes es szep, hogy inkabb elvezzuk ... es az igazat megvallva nagyon nehezemre esik mostanaban egy helyben ulni hosszabb idore ... es az a szamitogepnel ulesre is vonatkozik. De nagyon sok minden tortent az elmult ket honapban ugy hogy bele kell hogy berakjam okat a kincses ladamba mielott elfelejkezem roluk.

Mindenek elott, ugy dontotte - es ezt nem szabad osszekeverni a 'megigertem'-mel - hogy mostantol ket nyelven fogom irni ezt a blogot. A kedves csaladom mar regota keri es sokszor meg is szidnak hogy nem vagyok igazsagos azzal hogy csak angolul irok. DE az igazi es utolso popoba billentest egy kedves kozepiskolai osztalytarsamtol kaptam - koszi Ida. Ugyhogy itt jovok, magyarul ;o)

What makes a girl

I think when God was giving out girlieness, our sweet Lutza must have stood in line over and over ... and totally skipped the how-to-keep-your-dresser-organized line. A few days before her birthday I asked her 'so what makes a girl a girl?'.

'Well, its easy to be a girl, you just need high fashion, lots of jewelry (she has a unique way of saying this word) and some collection, which is make-up in her view - limited to chap-stick and the pale pink eye shadow that she lost the first day after she got it). So I am not sure how I am doing at the high fashion department as a mother but I have a belief that little girls should be little girls as long as we can keep them little. I know better now not to butt in when it comes to getting dressed in the morning. She is usually happier with her own choices (that are really my choices lined up in her closet - but shhhh hopefully she will not find that out for a few more years ;o) . So while I have the illusion of slight control over what she wears, there is no remedy for how she walks in high heels or turns around and poses for a picture. I am not kidding ... I wish I could walk that gracefully in heels as my darling Lutza at age 5 ... that will never happen ... even if I practiced every day.

Being five can be both the most wonderful and most dramatic thing in life. While some days Lutza is cheerful and happy about everything, on other days the world can end in a matter of minutes. It's like being 5 going on 15. But there is nothing hugs and kisses and cuddling won't fix - as long as they are not the lesser amount compared to the brothers (it is amazing she can even pay attention to the number of kisses and hugs - when I can't remember what I had for breakfast).

So this is Lutza at age 5:

• Favorite color: changes with the fashion
• Favorite food: Anything with sugar and salami (that's the Hungarian in her; mean the salami part)
• Favorite TV show: Miss Spider's Sunnypatch Friends
• Favorite activity: Coloring and drawing (we are getting hints through her drawings that we should go to Disney Land)
• Favorite Character: Rapunzel (could you guess from the pictures?)
• Most often used big girl words: 'apparently' and 'alsoly' (she came up with this one)

She absolutely does not like spinach, picking up her clothes, wearing socks, sharing her dessert, not having her ponytail tight enough, or somebody taking her red chair at TV time.

For her birthday we threw a Tangled tea party - Tangled was the theme for her and the tea was the theme for me. Note to self: don't ask more than once your 'high-fashion' girl what kind of cake she would like to have ... it will change every day.

These treats and the new Rapunzel dress came around on her actual birthday - paired with a perfect crown she had just received from our kind neighbors (they know her too well).

On the morning of her birthday party she posed with her cake that I just finished. After much planning and changing of her mind we ended up with a pretty cake with a touch of Rapunzel (a big downsizing from the wedding scene with the tower and all she wanted originally).

Surrounded by friends ... oh, how I love that happy smile on her face. When everybody sings only for her ... its like time stops!!

Being five ... pretty cool!!

Some of her new goodies so she can be high-fashion.

Posing with her teachers and role models. I have just recently had to process a request for a name change from Lutza to Alysha - so when I say that these ladies are influential, I really mean it.

I fell in love with this little girl the first time I got to hold her ... she is so much more than I every thought God can wrap into a person. So much love for you Darling Lutza!

The best day ever...

I know that life is good when my son tells me that 'this is the best day ever' as I am scrubbing dirt off his feet and trying to wash out dried marshmallow from his hair. Life is full of fun and fun is always the best when you have loved ones to share it with.

This Easter - and a few past ones and for many more years coming - we went to see Uncle Dave and Auntie Cindy at Sequim. There is just something super special about their place ... probably because it starts with a ferry ride and always ends with loads of fun with cousins, amazing food, and dirty feet.

The ferry ride is always full of excitement. Having the wanderer and adventurous blood in my boys should have taught me by now that you can't travel on a huge body of water without wanting to throw rocks in it. My darling Vidor was devastated when he realized that there are no pebbles and rocks on deck. He was searching for anything, and I mean anything (which ended up being a dried up chewing gum) to toss in - just to satisfy his urge of watching something disappear in a vast amount of water.

Arriving after a 'long drive' (which is kind of a funny thing to say since the cousins drove over 8 hours compared to our 2 and 1/2), we had an amazing dinner and campfire ... who would not want to settle in and stay a while. There is just something special about the first roasted marshmallow of the year - especially when a puppy is tugging at the other and of your stick. Oh, and shoes are optional here ;o) even if it is only 60 some degrees (one of my favorite things).

Next day we checked out Uncle Dave's boat he has been rebuilding for the past few years. Being on the water, we could not pass by this beach without throwing rocks or picking up shells. The beach we usually go to in Mukilteo has only broken shells so Lutza was not really sure which direction to run and which shell to pick up when practically all of them were intact.

Finally we had enough rocks (some even made it to the van - for the ferry ride home).

It's funny how the Easter Bunny comes by the morning and has baskets full of goodies for the children and then leaves ... just to return later to scatter the garden full of eggs. Why does he do that? Why doesn't he just do it all at once? And why do bunnies lay eggs anyway??? -- Oh, little minds working, I love that our children are so pure and innocent and every thought just comes right out of their mouths. I wish they could stay like this forever!!

I hope one day they look back at these pictures and still remember that this was the 'best day ever'!!!