Teoman turned 5 years old today, and in line with this fact, he got up at five in the morning.
I was already up and he came shyly over to me, stifling a smile. He knew. He remembered. It was probably the first thing his little brain thought of when he woke up: It's my birthday.
Our kids are still so young, each birthday is just exciting for Tolga and I. I had some balloons that once I pulled the strip coming out of the balloons opening, a mini-christmas bulb was activated so I could blow up the balloon "lit". And, since it was still dark out - it had a pretty cool effect.
Teoman also wanted to see his cake that Baba was making before he slept. It was a chocolate, banana, strawberry, cream/pudding-in-the-middle type cake. We took it off the balcony and examine the lopsided mess. Tolga had got up too, and asked kind of apologetically,
"How is it?"
"It's just what I wanted," Teoman replied.
We both hugged him tight.
He wanted to wake up Tomris and Tuana to share his balloons, but we redirected him Babanne's room. I made bacon - a package I had been saving in the fridge but pulled out on his request (but maybe influenced by me asking: what do you want special for breakfast? Bacon?) I cooked most of it, and I don't think he ate one bit. He sat with his chin in his hands, watching as Dede wrote him a note for his birthday, as he had asked.
They opened their Fenerbahce jersey's, the nanny came with the same gift, and we left an the sky was getting to light ... I was fifteen minutes late to my first class.
But I had already lived a whole year in those pre-dawn hours.
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