This incredible little baby joined our family two months ago, and since then we’ve been grateful for a million happy moments with him. He may not know it yet, but he’s doing a fantastic job as a sibling, and as a baby he’s already proved my worries wrong. He’s been sleeping through the night for weeks (!!), and even feeds himself in his sleep. And the best part is that, as a mini version of his dad, he still inherited a few things from me too. What we’ve learned so far: he loves water just like I do, and he can giggle with half-open eyes while sleeping (which is pretty…

Oh no, this post is not about politics. It’s about my own feelings. Here I am, with dark circles under my eyes after yesterday’s all-day and evening scrolling, because it didn’t even occur to me to take a nap after all those nights up with my few-week-old baby. And yet I’m smiling from ear to ear, filled with an euphoric feeling that I can only be happy because I am Hungarian. I don’t feel the helpless knot of anger in my throat, but a peaceful, calm, liberated feeling, because I was part of something historic, and I no longer see possibilities only out there in the big world, but in…

This year it happened that Ruben’s name day fell right on Easter Monday, which gave us a perfect excuse for a lavish brunch and some burger-feasting as per the guest of honor’s wish—a proper afternoon belly-filling disguised as lunch. In recent years, it’s become a tradition to celebrate Rú’s name day breakfast somewhere really special, like at Budapest’s Gerbeaud in 2024 (or an unconventional name day at grandma’s during COVID on my original blog). But this year, for Easter, we opted for a home breakfast… with our expanded bunny family! We still managed a little stroll in the Prater, where after our Sunday meetup we stumbled upon the groundhogs again, and we didn’t…

Finally, air above 20 degrees, sunshine, and all my boys in one place at the same time! I couldn’t have wished for more than that for Easter Sunday. Maybe the wider family around us too, but unfortunately that will have to wait a little longer this year.

Wolfie is 6 weeks old today, and these six weeks have given me enough time to physically, mentally, and spiritually process the journey of his birth. I don’t want to turn this post into a horror story or scare any expectant readers. Instead, I’d like to capture that phenomenon that transformed a challenging birth process—with all its extreme physical pain and emotional strain—into the positive birth experience it became for me. My hospital wasn’t in Vienna; we chose a small university teaching hospital in Tulln, which is a public institution. And this phenomenon consists of a few simple things: Care. From the very first step into the hospital until leaving the…

The last week’s 20 degrees and sunshine lured me in during this deceptive weather, and now it was quite a shock to be thrown back to 5-degree mornings and overcast afternoons. But this cozy, nest-like mood is actually perfect for making the most of every moment that isn’t spent sleeping or eating, with a little cuddling and rolling around! I think my new favorite kind of weather is cozy-weather 🙂