About me

Why “Wild wild Vet”? (This is the title of my page in English.) Because in 2022, I earned a specialized exotic veterinary degree, but nowadays it’s mostly because life with three kids is truly wild, and I’m quite untamed myself. That’s what I’ll be talking about—casually, sometimes a bit chaotically. I’ll share what makes my life, what makes me wild.

I was born in 1990 on a Friday. Instead of coconut balls. My dad had asked for those that day but only found a note telling him to head to the hospital. My grandfather urged my mom to hurry up since he wanted to get to the weekend house.

That evening, I arrived. Apparently, I looked like a noodle. Or a frog. There was no consensus. In any case, I was long, thin—and loud. Mostly because I was a baby, but also because I had an inguinal hernia. The doctor warned my mom that if we weren’t careful, I might never have kids, but here I am, with three of them.

They say I was a good, easygoing child. Anyone who knows me now is probably laughing hysterically—me included. Most likely, it’s because my mom was so laid-back that we didn’t fight constantly.

My teenage years, however, don’t evoke the same cheerful commentary from either of my dads nor mom. Yes, I had two dads while others managed with one. Who knows what a girl really needs these days? (By the way, dear Husband, no, I’m not planning on giving our kids two dads. These days, we know better.)

Until the end of high school, I kept a low profile with my barely-passing grades in chemistry, but then I decided I wanted to be a vet and nothing else interested me. And that was true. During university, though, I started to think working in a coffee shop might also be appealing.

In the end, it took me four attempts to get into vet school, but I graduated without delays. I even snagged a husband along the way. My ex-boyfriend introduced us. We said it would last forever, everyone thought we were crazy, and, well… He’s the father of our three beautiful children.

He’s the one who pretended to fall while skiing in the mountains just to propose. The one who braved -10°C at our snowy winter wedding and frosty wedding photoshoot (while our two dogs happily cleaned up sheep droppings at the skansen). He was there when I graduated, when I looked for my first job, and (haha) when I declared I wasn’t even sure I wanted kids—maybe just one at most.

Then came a magical three-week honeymoon in Scandinavia with a motorhome, we started to build our home, and just three years of shared memories behind us.

Since then, we’ve welcomed three little Tauruses into our lives, along with love, empathy, patience, endless impatience, coziness, slow living, mess, mountains of unwashed laundry, new hobbies… I could go on forever. And I will!

So what will I write about? The following list is not exhaustive, but here it is:

– Our adventures before, during, and after the move.

– Life abroad.

– The everyday life of a family with three children.

– Handicrafts, bread baking, cooking.

– My profession.

– Parenting.

– Parenting the parents.

– Wool and silk dyeing, elves and our waldorf bubble

– Books.

– My own poems.

– Programs.

– The beauty of the family.

Ákos Fodor has also written a good haiku about this:

„Everything is whole.

You broke it into pieces.

Now you can piece it together.”