I adore...

…the way you search gaping for the breast with wide open mouth.
…your sweet little chilly hands.
…the way you wrinkle your forehead.
…the way you grab my finger.
…the way you sleep stretching.
…your button-eyes.
…the fragrance of your little clothes.
…your babbling voice.
…when you squint at me.
…touching your silky soft skin.
…when you rest on me.
…your satisfied milky pretty little face.
…the smile in the corner of your mouth.
…the way you stretch yourself.
…the way you look something for a long time.
…the way you take a special big breath.
…the way you purse your lips.
…when you stop crying when I close into my arms.
…the way you sip.
…the way you suck even in your dreams.
…YOU LITTLE BEGGAR!

Sunday Baptism

On 16th September was Dominik’s baptism. His godparents are my sister and her husband-to-be. There were 5 children besides Dominik but he was the calmest and the youngest. He was just sleeping and sleeping, even the large amount of holy water that the priest poured onto his little head and the cross that had been drawn with oil onto his forehead didn’t disturb his dream. His patron saint is St. Domonkos. We consider Robi’s, Nancy’s and Gábor’s attendance a great honour from Canada, they grace the ceremony with their presence. I’d like to give Dominik’s best thanks to everyone for the beautiful presents!

First Public Displacements

We took part in a wedding on Saturday. The bridegroom was Krisz’s friend who actually was my mate in the nursery. The ceremony wasn’t on a large scale. There was no professional photographer, so I had been appointed to be. I did this with the greatest pleasure and even if there is a photographer, I usually appoint myself to be the other one. I always try to catch the particularities. Posing is necessary but I prefer natural/unforced snapshots which spontaneous and reflect the situation of the moment. A perfect photo requires very good positioning of the photographer and being everywhere at the same time. In spite of the fact that it’s impossible, I always try to be on the watch that’s why Krisztián often angry with me because I always leave him alone while taking photos on the occasion of a ceremony like this. The quantity of the photos isn’t less important than their quality. I try to take not only the best pictures possible but also the numerous possible. I think Krisz viewpoint is understandable. It’s not my fault, taking photos make me happy. Dominik was an examplary little boy, slept through the whole ceremony.
Next day we made a little excursion to the game reserve to Budakeszi.