Tomris has learned how to ride the scooter. It has taken some time. It started with her just working on getting her leg over the three-wheeler. Then, once sitting on it, she wasn't really able to make it go... or if she did, she could only go backwards. Then, one day, a few weeks ago, she figured out how to throw herself forward, leaning her little chest over the handlebars with her little feet scampering along. We would say, "hizli hizli Tomris!" Fast fast! And she would bear down and motor along. She was sweating that first day from her work out.
She is speaking so much these days. Mostly in commands. Yapma or Yap (don't do it and do it), ver (give it), yeyicem (I will eat), "teet!" (treat), milk!, wa-wa or su (water), juice, zeytin (olive), winnie-da-pooh, ca ca yaptim (I went poop), awch (ouch), boom! (for an ouch), otur or sit down! And so on.
They both like putting their animals to sleep. They wrap them in the dish towels or thin blankets and walk around with them saying "shhhhh". Tomris will sometimes sit down and put the baby on her legs and rock her legs like her Babaanne.
When I sit with them in the play area, Tomris usually sits in my lap and plays from that position. Sometimes I wrestle with them in the living room. Spinning them or chasing them. We fall to the ground and they jump on me. Then Tomris sits on my head.
In the mornings I have breakfast with them. They wake up - usually from my bed having switched there in the nighttime. They smile at each other. Teoman takes my hand and plays with my ring. Tomris tells me to "dum!" (come) so we can leave the bedroom. They play and ask to go to their grandparents or uncles room. I say no, not yet - they are sleeping - to which they accept and go back to playing. I make oatmeal and coffee. We sit down and Tomris says oooh ooh sicak - hot! Teoman eats his oatmeal, Tomris eats cold cereal and then begins dumping it on the table of floor. They hear their uncles alarm clock and go and wake him up, or hear their grandparents and go into their rooms to play.
Then I try to leave for work. Teoman will kiss me and say goodbye. Tomris will go between not wanting me to put her down, to getting distracted by something. They usually both follow me to the elevator in their socks to give one last hug and kiss. This morning Tomris rested her head on her my shoulder, read to come with me - but accepted when I set her down and ran back to the house - a drunken run that involves some hops and wavering from side-to-side.
God bless our dear children.
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