I want a puppy - but do I?

I want a puppy - but do I?

I would like a puppy. I had one growing up (Pongo) and I think it was the best thing in my childhood. My parents would not like me saying that but it's the truth. I think it's a must for every kid and I certainly would like to give that to Noah and Ollie. But I can't imagine to work with it right now. 

I am thinking maybe when they are both in school? Like in 3 years? Something non-shedding for sure. I can't deal with the fur cleaning. 

Whatever happens in this life, Noah and Ollie will have a puppy. It's the right thing for any kid. It's a MUST. 

it helps with their confidence, their fears and doubts, it teaches them friendship, unconditional love, respect, humility, caring, trusting and soooo much more!!!

I promise you guys will have a dog!

Love, Mommy

I am jealous - and it's okay

I am jealous - and it's okay

Yes. I said it. I have tried to avoid that word, but I finally said it. I am jealous.
I'm jealous of every women and every mom who can work but still pick up their kids after school and spend time with them, help them with homework or take them to sports or other extra curriculum activities they enjoy and actually get to see it.

I am jealous of those moms, who get to work from home, or only work part time something fun for some extra cash that they can then spend on themselves or their family's leisure. I am jealous of those who have family members near by to help them, to cook for them, or pop over to watch the kids, or pick up the kids and transport them to a game, etc.

There I said it. I am jealous. I envy that it seems like they have it all. It makes me mad at myself for not plan well for the future and pursue a career that would ultimately allow me for a more flexible lifestyle.

Now, I also have to say the positive here, as my new approach to life is as follows:
It's okay to be negative and say negative things, but I must balance it out with the same amount of energy and time spent on positive. So here I am:
I love the people I work with. I sometimes like what I do, though not all the time. I like that I am not constantly stressed out at work, and that i can leave on time most of the time, and that I get to work from home twice a week. I do love working...some. Would be better without the 3 hour commute, but otherwise, I do like it. I think. It gives good insurance too which we need since Ruben is self employed.
Oh did i mention that I envy those women whose husbands can carry the insurance, so they can have a bit more freedom in what they work and how much. But to state the positive, my husband can fix ANYthing.

My new motto is: IT'S OKAY.

It's okay to be tired. It's okay if my house isn't always in perfect order. It's okay if I just want to drink coffee and watch AGT Golden Buzzers. It's okay to lose my shit at times. It's okay to feel jealous at times. It's okay.


Noah is going to Kindergarten in about 10  months, and I have no idea how we will manage our schedules. Our system is just not cut out for those where both parents work full time and do not have extended family to help.
We are trying to move to Mansfield but I am not sure it's for the right reasons. Do we really need MCC so badly? Can the kids be okay in their public schools before and after school? Could I just figure out the summer somehow or hope to sign them up for MCC only then and stay in Foxboro? Do we really have to go through another move? What's best for the kids? What works for our schedules and jobs? What works for us as a family? How can i be there for my kids for their sports and home work and still get to enjoy some time without stressing out about every tiny delay or scheduling hick up? Should I stay home? Could i do that? How would that impact us as a family? Would i actually feel better? Or would i feel lost?

I think if we found the right house I wouldn't question it so much. After all, I wanted to live in Mansfield for year. But why?? I actually have no idea. I don't have a particular reason, it just always seemed like a great town.

Anyway, I wish I could get some advice from someone in the same shoes, but it seems like everyone has some kind of help or special circumstance that makes it a bit easier. So i am jealous, but I WILL figure it out. We will figure it out. All I want is all of us to be healthy and happy!

Noah and the numbers

My Dearest Noah,

Your new favorite number is ONE HUNDRED.

You have been going around the house counting everything left and right and then suddenly jumping to ONE HUNDRED, just so you can say it. My absolute favorite thing int he whole world is when you say "Mommy! Guess what? You want to know how many I love you?" and when I say Yes, your answer is "ONE HUNDRED million!".

You are just awesome. I love hearing all the new things you learn, including new words, and phrases you put together and try using it different context. Like the other day I asked you to climb into the car but you had your toys in your hand, and when i got frustrated and said "get in the car already" you said 'I'm not an octopus, I only have two hands" hahahaha Smarty pants:) You are only 3.5! I love you Buddy and I love your stories! You can talk for hours without stopping, weaving stories together in a way that i feel like you could be a flim-maker one day. Never lose this ability and never ever let anyone make you feel that what you have to say isn't important. EVERYTHING you say is precious my son.

- Mommy

Happy Easter

Happy Easter - my favorite holiday/tradition. You guys don't know this yet, but I love this holiday. In my life and mind it has always been filled with happiness. We have a fun tradition (not Easter egg hunt) in Hungary that i hope your Daddy will cherish and teach you one day. So far he hasn't been able to get there, but hopefully soon, because you guys are already old enough to enjoy it and i would love that!

In Hungary, Easter is a 4 day holiday. Everything is closed and no one works Friday through Monday. 4 day holiday at the start of spring. Friday is good Friday so you are not supposed to eat meat. Saturday and Sunday is usually lots of family time and outdoor fun and Monday is "locsolas". This is when based on the old tradition, the boys of the town (or family) wake up early morning, and go to "water" the girls. In small villages this usually means all boys go around the village and knock on each girl's door to do this. In our family, it was just the family. The boy says a short poem comparing the girl to a beautiful flower and asks permission to water the girl ("flower") which can be done by water or cologne on top of the head. IN exchange the girl thanks the boy and gives him a hand painted egg (hard-boiled, don't try this with uncooked egg haha).

I remember my mom always had tulips and other Easter flowers in the house and decorated it.
We eat ham, hard boiled eggs, "kalacs" which is challah bread, tomatoes, peppers on Easter. So yummy!!!

it makes me said that in 9 years Daddy has not been able to follow this tradition, no matter how important it is for me. it makes me mad that he makes me cry and that this time you guys had to see that and asks what's wrong. I keep hoping one year, but this time it really hurt. This morning he tried to make up for it, but he has never really looked into how this is done, so he can't do it or teach you the right way. I hope one year.

Nevertheless he made you guys wake up this morning, give me flowers, and try to water me, but he doesn't understand the meaning of it, so the words aren't right. Still, both of you were soooo cute. My gosh, you guys bring me so much happiness in this world. Thank you.

Love, Mommy

Happy 2nd Birthday Ollie - Boldog Szulinapot!

Dearest Ollie,

You barely turned 2 years-old but you are wise way beyond your age. You have managed to charm your way into every heart you have come across – teachers, school friends, grandparents, neighbors, uncles, and of course Daddy’s, Noah’s and mine.

You are a special little thing, with a huge heart. Your smile and laugh are contagious, your sense humor refreshing, your will power commendable, your voice loud and full of conviction. You already seem to know exactly what you want, and you go for it.

I find it difficult to write these letters as I always think the only time you guys will read it is when I won’t be around anymore. But today I realized that doesn’t have to be the case. You can read it as a teenager, or when you are ready to fly out of our nest, or when you get married or when you have your own little 2 year-old running around – I will be here waiting for your questions, which I am sure you will have.

So as a tired but oh-so happy mom, I am wishing you a very happy birthday my little one. I hope you will always keep smiling and find the humor in the smallest things in life. I hope you will always remember and feel how much we love you and that no matter, what we will always be here for you – to witness your successes, to pick you up after few failures, to listen when you need to talk to someone, to talk when you just want to listen, to hold your hand when you need us to.

I figured I would write a little about you – so you can look back one day and understand who you were at the beginning. Because remember…it all goes back to the beginning.

You love books – you can look at them and read them and talk about them for hours. You like to savor happy moments and linger on things that make you happy. When you open presents, you do it one by one, and you like to play with one before opening another. I love this about you.

You like to copy your big brother – seemingly more out of admiration rather than annoyance. You like to play with him and you seem to enjoy that he looks out for you, even though you tend to be rough on him when you don’t get your way. You are crazy about Daddy, he can do no wrong in your eyes. You love me endlessly, though you like to set the record that sometimes you just want to do whatever you want to do; and you will not have it in any other way. You often charm Daddy into giving in but you get surprised when it doesn’t work on me. Well….at least that’s what you see. Because let me tell you little one, it does. It kills me to say no to you – I just try to tell myself that I know I am doing it to ultimately benefit you.  

You LOVE going outside and play ball or play on the slide. You do NOT like snow. YET. You do not like to be cold. You love brushing your hair and you love brushing your teeth as long as it goes your way. You LOVE pancsi (bathing) and you still take naps (unlike your brother). You LOVE to eat and the only way for you to miss a meal would be if you were sick. You are hard headed but easy going at the same time – much like Daddy. Most of all you love being with all of us at once – and you like to carefully count and announce everyone in attendance at home. Currently your favorite word is: “All done” and “not that one”. For a parent this means increasing push back and more time spent on convincing you of things you actually want but decided to consider in the “not that one” category just to push and test limits.

You love Bogyo es Baboca and PJ Masks, but most of all YOU LOVE DANCING!!!

Your favorite song is hokey pokey by Dave and Ava, We Will Rock You and We Are The Champions by Queen. You also love Imagine Dragons – Naturals, and I’ve got this feeling by Justin Timberlake. You could sing and dance for hours to these songs.

Well, I have to go now, I am writing this at the end of a work day and I have to head home to take you for a flu test (poor bubbin – I hate that test but we have to be safe).

I love you with all my heart,

Mommy