Well, yesterday turned out ok. I got to the other side in one piece and with a bit of energy left. We got to my old school around 11:30. I have really missed that place. Of all the schools I have worked in and of all the students I have had, that place was the best. I enjoyed going to work everyday. My kids from last year were gone but some of my younger English students are there still. I have missed seeing their faces everyday. I haven't been since last September and it was so strange. As soon as I walked in one of the 4 year olds came up to me and pulled my sleeve and began to tell me something one of the others had done. It was just like I was there yesterday. Except last time I was there I was huge pregnant and puffing like a train going up and down all the stairs. I caught up with my old friends then my husband came to pick Yasemin and I up to go to the park for the pics.
I have always been one of those people that is really nervous in new situations. I get almost panic attacks and don't sleep for days before something new like a new job or a meeting. I have actually been told that I am very relaxed in new situations like interviews and always do well but on the inside I am like a 4 year old going to school for the first time....I don't wanna gooooo! It is hard enough when it is in your own language and your own customs. I have face a whole new ballgame living in Turkey. Add my fear of meeting new people to a new fear of being a fool and not understanding something or saying something completely wrong. Yesterday was pure torture at the time.
We went to the park and all sorts of people that work with my husband and their wives or husbands came up and I was introduced and did the polite chat thing. I found myself looking like a total stepford wife. I was standing there smiling calmly and hardly talking at all. I didn't want to look a fool in front of my husband's friends and families. I wanted him to be proud of his wife and baby. Here I was panicking inside, wearing pantyhose and a girdle to hold in the 10 lbs of jelly-like baby weight around the middle that refuses to budge, and holding a smiling baby that is farting away in my arms. I felt frumpy, fat, and plain next to the skinny and long legged Turkish women. I told my husband about it last night as we snuggled on the couch and he basically said I was being silly and kissed me on the head. Back to the day...
They started rounding up the kids to take their pictures and what does my beautiful girl do? Falls right asleep on my shoulder about 1 minute before they start getting pictures. I didn't know what to do so the girl told me to just lay her on the grass.
She continued to sleep. Even after I straightened out her clothes and finally I picked her up. She woke up the second time I put her down and they got some decent shots of her. During this time I am wondering. This is for a toy company. Where are the toys? A lot of other parents are asking the same thing. Finally someone from the company comes and hands over a few rectangle wooden blocks. It looks like Jenga pieces. What the? Everyone says the same thing... What are those for? Where are the toys? The balls, the teddy bears? They continue to take a zillion pics and we all head back to the ad agency my husband works for. They are setting up the toys in a meeting room... Ohhh, ok. We go inside and inside the room, on a big table is a huge playground made out of thousands of those wooden blocks. The bigger kids go nuts trying to build things, and the girl is snapping away. Ok. I have a 6 month old in my arms and there is also her 7 month old boy equivalent. What are they gonna do? The photo girl looks and tells us to sit them on the table and hand them some of the blocks. I give Yasemin a few blocks and the first place they go is into her mouth. They got some pics of that and that was it. I heard that they will photoshop the pics. Wonder how it will go? I will try to get a copy on here when I get it.
After that, we went to dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant and then went for a walk and tea on the coast. It was a good day and I really don't know why I panicked for 2 days prior to it.
I had a good time and so did princess Yasemin. She was carried all over the place by different people who were showing her off and she even found a friend in the process.
We think that she thought it was a mirror and he just kept trying to kiss her. It was so cute. To everyone who says my girl is big: he is only one month older.
All the kids were so adorable.
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