I was up at 3am this morning to get us ready to leave Kusadasi. Bayram traffic is always bad (and newsworthy...along with holiday staples like escaped animals running down the freeway, and number of emergency room visits by "butchers"). We had the car and kids packed by 4am and were on the road. Both kids were excited - even squealing here and there like little pigs.
Once we were on the road they were silent and thoughtful, and soon back to sleep. They slept almost the whole way to Afyon, a little over halfway. We it was 4:30 am and we got out at a McDonald's that had an indoor play area. It was a bit to early to play outside and they were able to run around freely while we ordered breakfast and coffees. Another boy joined Teoman and they climbed together and played with their cars. The boy wanted Teoman's car, and Teoman used a tactic we taught him with Tomris: if he doesn't want to share a toy, to find another toy that he can share. So he handed boy the "lesser" vehicle and they played quite happily. Tomris roamed from the play area to our laps to the window where dogs sat on the other side.
Her latest words are yap! and yapma! - do it, and don't do it. She uses yap at the table. She takes both hands and pats her head and orders everybody at the table to yap! We all oblige, even in restaurants, you may catch our family and relatives all at the table smacking our heads repeatedly. When I tickle her, or am fixing some clothing - she tells me yapma! And I stopped, because I'm so impressed with her ability to express herself at 15 months.
We got gas, changed diapers, stopped at some specialty food stores to bring things back to Ankara, and were back on the road a full two hours later. I had promised Teoman his favorite show "Paw Patrol" on this leg of the trip, and I had it downloaded to my phone and iPad so I could give one to Tomris and one to Teoman.
Tomris is particularly clingy with me. I don't mind it, but sometimes I don't pick up on her cues and I just assume she wants her mama. This was one of those times. She wasn't thrilled to be back in the car, but settled into her show for a few minutes before fussing. I handed her milk, and water, then crackers, and cereal, an apple. All worked for a short time - she at this point had stopped watching the show and we were climbing up a mountain - curvy and steep. It could have been the air pressure to but then I felt it - I looked at her face and realized not only did she want to sleep. She was getting car sick. No sooner had I thought this and she threw up. Everything. There was an emergency shoulder that we were able to pull over to immediately. She was crying and asking for "milk!". We stripped her down, wiped her down some, and switched her to pajamas. I sat with her in the front and nursed her, all the while feeling horrible for what we had done to her: Mcdonald's eggs, milk, "pizza" crackers, more milk, water, cocoa puff, facing backwards, and racing up highway mountain roads. Ugh!
She was already feeling better, and I could only stop nursing her when she was ready. She wasn't so keen on getting back in her car seat - which Tolga had cleaned the best he could and put down some clothes to keep her from getting wet - but the car had a slight stench. I gave her pretzel sticks and she submitted to the chair. I figure they were light and would help her stomach.
Tomris fell right to sleep and didn't wake again until we were nearly home.
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