indoor play areas, hospital visits, malls, and dealerships

One of my writing weaknesses is fictional names and blog/chapter titles.  I clearly don't spend enough time on it .. always saying to myself I'll think of a good one later, and I have yet to do this. 

Zuleyha the Nanny didn't come today - she was driving with her brother to another town to pick up his new car.  The kids both slept until 8 because they didn't fall asleep until after ten.  Tomris had peed in my bed in the night.  They were both in my bed actually, lying on wet sheets in wet pajamas.  Okay, truthfully, the sheets and pajamas were almost dry - because while I did notice at some point that somebody had peed - I was too tired to get up and I figured - well if they don't notice, it must not be that bad.  I felt a tad guilty about that - but I have a waterproof mattress cover on our bed because during their potty training days this was happening a lot.  This time, a combination of tired, medicine, and sick I suppose.  Tomris could barely breathe through her nose.  Tuana was squawking before any of us got up.  It's her routine: she wakes, stretches, passes gas, coos, and smiles if I make eye contact with her, or snorts and kicks excitedly if I talk to her.  Her squawks woke up Tomris first - Tomris smiled and joined me talking to her sister, before I brought her to the bathroom

9 weeks old

I first washed Tomris's nose - water loosens her snot, and as I have her blow I pull the snot out, massage the sinuses a bit, wash the tip of her nose, and have her blow again - first closing one nostril, then the other.  I had her do this until no more yellow globs were coming out.  I then stripped her down and stuck her in the shower to clean whatever urine and seeped into her skin, and for the steam to help clean whatever was left in her sinuses.  Teoman woke up and I did the same routine with him.  They were both pretty happy to take a shower first thing.

After breakfast I loaded everyone into the car.  I finally remembered to take a picture of our backseat disaster - but the picture doesn't quite convey the backbreaking work put into buckling these three in.

That's 3 car seats in the back - they kind of overlap and tilt. 

Maybe I could say they are so tight, the seats are safe

I parked in garage underneath the mall and dropped Anne and the kids off at an indoor play area for kids.  It's free and has an abla overseeing the kids play.  I figured the kids would enjoy it and Anne wouldn't have to worry so much.  I then left and crossed the street to out hospital for Tuana's two month check up.  She was sleeping, but woke up smiling for the hip ultrasound, and smiled for the doctor - and then screamed her scream of terror when we laid her down for the nurse.  I'm not sure what set her off - something scared her, and then maybe she realized she was tired and hungry - but the Scream of Terror even brought my doctor into the room asking what happened.  The nurse have her drops for the Rotavirus - and she gagged and belched (yes, belched, it was not a baby kind of burp), but didn't throw up.  The nurse, who is usually like ice when it comes to kids screaming, seemed a bit flustered even and allowed me to pick her up.  Tuana calmed somewhat with some residual cries, but retired to screaming when I laid her down.  She didn't have her pants on - maybe the air, the arms flailing, nothing snuggling her in - just sparked her terror screams again.  When the nurse gave the shot in the arm and the leg - it was almost nothing in comparison.  My guilty nurse helped me into a room to feed Tuana - settling me down and guided Tuana's  head,  aiming her mouth to latch on.  (Ah, thank you?)

Tuana fell into a deep sleep and I walked back to the mall to pick up the rest of the crew.  Tomris said, "Mommy!" and ran and hugged me (that's her usual greeting to me these days).  Teoman asked to play on something that cost money and I said no to which he promptly screamed and hit me.  (Did I mention he's been tired these days).  I've been talking with him and Tomris over and over again about saying thank you and being happy with the things given them rather than crying for two, or more, or something different like Adam and Eve.  Teoman's excitement has got him out of control - but he recovers after we talk, says he's sorry in the sweetest voice before trying to finagle another sort of deal. 

We went up to the food court had lunch and ice cream and drove home.

Teoman talked me into getting ice cream for everyone

The kids, overtired, wanted to sleep with Babanne - and since my sheets were still drying and I had to go - I agreed - which means, they didn't sleep.  I left after feeding Tuana again to the Toyota dealership so that they could look closer at our SEAT and give us an offer for trade-in.  It seems like every dealership we go too is always busy - as if Turkey is in a constant state of buying and selling new cars.  I told the first free person why I was there and she flagged down Onur - the man Tolga had been working with.  We was on two phones and and two customers and two employees around him.  He seemed constantly busy and I imagined him on this steady caffeine infusion to keep up the buy/sell pace. 

He eventually sat at his desk, where I was waiting and drinking tea.  He still had two phones on him - one plugged into a portable charger - he was the kind of man that needed a portable charger for his portable phone - and he asked me while on hold what we were expecting for a price.

Argh!  I'm so bad at this!  I can't lie - not because I'm super honest, but because I'm really bad at lying too.  It feels like lying to haggle too.  I thought about saying I didn't know, but I did sort of - and Tolga kept saying how much he liked this guy.  I knew SEAT had said 44K, and I knew Tolga had said we wouldn't take less than 48K - but I didn't know if that was low or high or good - I just knew that we could get more selling it privately than from a dealer.  So I told him that ... and five minutes later - 48K is exactly what they offered.

We've made 1000 lira on our car in three years because of the deflation rate of the lira to Euros.  

drinking tea at the car dealership