"Mr One-Year-Old Sweetie"

(quoted from Nancy Lassu)

We’ve timed our holiday in such a way that we’re back by Dominik’s birthday. I’m meditating if this first year was a short or a long one. Sometimes I feel that Dominik was always the part of our life, sometimes I hardly believe that we’re parents, irrevocably. Let’s see what happened and did not happened by the age of one year:
- toddling with support, no independent steps yet; safer and faster on all fours
- no nipple and the only thing drinking from a bottle is water
- still nursing
- not a single separated night
- having eight teeth
- supposedly the age of defiance and sulking opened

Our customes for the wedding will be perfect regarding the general effect which is important for me. My first happiness was that I managed to get a pretty footwear being exactly to my taste which is totally the same colour like my dress-to-be (still being sewed). Krisz has specially made shoes and belt which had for the occasion made on the basis of the cloth of my dress. His shirt and tie go very well with my dress. Dominik’s waistcoat is made of the textile of my dress and he’ll wear white trousers like his father. Can’t wait to put the gala dress on. Can’t wait to celebrate and to meet long-seen relatives.

Go Turkey!

We returned from our first common vacation which is said to be as a milestone in the process of becoming a real family. We’re entitled to say that it was indeed and was a milestone in many other respects. A holiday with a little one is the greatest fun.

It was time for playing self-forgetting, for father & son to get even closer to each other. I wasn’t afraid of travelling with Dominik, he is an angelic good little boy with an angelic patience, we are able to go with him anywhere. He exceeded all expectations and adapted himself to the occasion, what’s more he tought some adults manners. In spite of the great heat (appr. 45 degrees centigrade) he behaved very well, ate very well (I took him everything from home + the breast with me), slept very well (is better baby required?), was interested in other children very much and enjoyed splashing in the sea, under the shower and in the pool as well.

Our hotel was situated in the town of Incekum (means fine sand) near Alanya and was full of banana plantations. We were about to get tanned before my sister’s wedding, but we had to sunbathe with the greatest possible care as regard Dominik’s sensitive baby-skin. We avoided being outdoor in the noonday hours (from 11 AM to 4 PM), used hat and suntan lotion with high SPF number and make him drink a lot of water. There were lovely summer houses on the beach as a shelter from the hot sun.

Turkish people are really friendly and hospitable and adore children. Turkish cooking, Turkish bath, Turkish delight, Turkish fancyshops, (flying carpet, "Aladdin-pump"…) are famous worldwide. Hungarian and Turkish language show some similarity, some same words (anyway, I rather used English) of which reason is in history. See the 150 years of Ottoman Rule, the occupation of Hungary in the 16th and 17th centuries. One of our Turkish guide noted funnyly that the soup was delicious in Eger (Hungarian women threw boiling water up over the Turkish men climbing the wall of the fortress of Eger). The joy of getting back is full as fantastic as the holiday itself. Home, sweet home!

The Thirtiest

(Krisz - Dominik)

Krisz kept his birthday on last Sunday. We managed to surprise him with the things he desired most: a holiday at the seaside and a grill/BBQ. Happiness was written all over his face. This was the first time that I prepared his favourite cake called "Eszterházi torta" on my own. It is a kind of fancy cake of confectioners because it is a fiddly, time-consuming work. As I noticed, he examined his life till now and finally said that he has everything. I was happy to hear this but I worry about him because he works a lot, 10-12 hours on every day for years. He always has dreams to realize and once he takes something into his head, he carries it out going through fire and water for it. Sometimes he needs encouragement but he has a heart of gold and never let the grass grow round our feet :-) ...

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