good guys

sometimes you need a shield to sleep...

Tomris pooped and peed in bed last night.  I thought Teoman was tired because he hadn't napped - but it seems Tomris proved more tired.  I'm not exactly how she managed to poop without waking up.  Or possibly, it was poop stuck from going potty before she slept ... I can't figure out how she managed this one.  So we got up, I peeled her clothes off her while she could barely stand, washed her legs, and put dry clothes on.  All the while Tomris slumped over me, bear hugging my head while I knelt down to change her pants.  She woke up just enough to spot their Captain America shield key chain - a "toy" they love to play good guys and bad guys with.  She grabbed it off the sink ledge and climbed into my bed while I washed out her clothes.  By the time I got back to bed, Tomris was already sleeping again - no longer gripping her shield.

Tuana is one month old now.  The kids woke up late - 8am - and my morning trying to get some work done went like this: take out computer, change kids clothes, get serial, help child to bathroom, clean up spill of other child, open computer, take out printer/scanner, eat breakfast, nurse baby, finish eating breakfast, change baby, scan document, playing the "bad guy"to Teoman's good guy, scan another document, throw pillows at Teoman and Tomris, nurse baby, send email of documents... and so on.

Superheroes is still a big theme these days in our house.  Tomris doesn't quite get out to fight good guys and bad guys.  She likes the tough talk, the capes, and the pretending - but if I fall down as if I'm the bad guy getting hurt, she'll help me up.  If I take a bear hostage and Teoman saves it, she'll get it back for me.

One Month Old!

I love being home, but it's hard to get things done - and I surely don't want to sacrifice time with the kids - which leaves my other choice to be sacrificing sleep - and that's a hard one too.  Forget about exercising and getting back into shape.

After everybody's nap we made chocolate chip cookies together.  I have a stash of chocolate chips and Zuleyha caught us all dipping into the cookie dough.  She said,
"It will hurt your stomach.  I don't like dough." To which I said,,
"Ohhhhh, but you haven't had this kind of dough before - they even sell it mixed into ice cream."  I gave her a chunk and she was hesitantly tasted it.  I watched her face change from doubt to pleasure and I laughed.  Who can resist cookie dough?

We made cookies and Anne made tea and börek for our guests.  An American friend from school and his fiancé came to visit - to see Teoman and Tomris and welcome the new baby.  The kids were having a blast tackling Michael abi, and playing with Ipek abla.  Both kids kept coming back to me to fix their capes - a baby blanket tucked into the collars of their shirts - before scampering back into battle.

Our guests brought an outfit for Tuana, a bottle of wine for me, and presents from other friends: the woman who took over my position sent a gift with them for Tuana, and Mark - a large British man who's claim to fame was doing Elvis Presley impressions - had posted a package to school for our new baby.  (He only worked a few months with us before leaving via mutual agreement - he had had quite a hard time teaching children).

Tomris promptly put Tuana's new knit sweater on and was quite pleased with her self.  Teoman asked - where's my present?