Phillip and Rebecca Mefford

Age : Nine Months Quotes : Küçük Pilip , Phillip’s friends sometimes call Lincoln Umut. Or babasi aynı —the same as his father. Others more diplomatically let us decide; kime benziyor? who does he look like? Well, what do you think? Height : 68 cm (almost 27 inches) Weight : 7.2 kilos (about 16 pounds) Eating : Likes playing with small pieces of food on his highchair tray, but is still figuring out how to put them in his mouth. Sleeping : Sleeping through the night, but still has a hard time sleeping during the day unless he’s in his stroller. Skills : Crawling everywhere; Pulling himself up; Brushing his teeth (with Mommy’s help)— finally something Mommy wants me to put in my mouth!

Aynı tas, aynı hamam Same Water Bowl, Same Turkish Bath Life inevitably sinks into the same old, same old—laundry, dishes, exercise routine, school, work, homework, tripping over the same toys left on the floor, in an out of the same neighbor’s houses, in and out of the same neighborhood shops, in and out of the same bus on the same bus route. Business as usual. Same water bowl, same Turkish bath. Aynı tas, aynı hamam. But what are we saying?! We live in İstanbul, purported by some to be the fastest growing tourism destination in the World. And if people from all over the globe want to be here, one would think that this city offers something other than the same old, same old for us. Take the Turkish bath, for example, a highlight of the tourist experience: the curtain of humidity you walk through as you step into the marble cavern, the sensation of cold and hot water draping your body, the shock of how many unknown and unwanted dead skin cells have been clinging to you as the masseuse

A day in the life of Lincoln Umut If Lincoln were able to tell you about what his typical day is like, this might be what he would say… Now that I’m sooo much bigger than I used to be, Mommy and Daddy take me out and about more often. Usually, though, I’m the one who has to get the day started. When I wake up, I start by asking nicely, but if they don’t hear me I’m forced to get a little bit louder. While Mom gives me some milk she sings a song that she learned when she was a little girl in Thailand, “one nee ben one, one nee ben one ti prajao kong krai!…” this is the day, this is the day that the Lord has made! ... Then we eat yogurt and fruit together. That’s all good, but after breakfast Mom takes so long to get herself ready for the day. Plus she always makes me have at least couple diaper changes before we go. Diaper changes are incredibly boring, so I liven them up by trying to crawl around on the changing table. When they (inevitably) stop me from doing that I just kick and scre

“People’s Talk” Nasrettin Hoca and his son were riding the donkey to the town market. A group of people passed. Hoca heard them whisper: "What times are these? Look at those two, have they no mercy on the poor animal?" Nasrettin Hoca, hearing this, tells his son to get off and continue the journey on foot. Another group of people passing by and seeing this comment: "What times are these? Look at this man. His poor son with his frail body has to walk while he at his best age is riding the donkey!" Hearing this, Nasrettin Hoca tells his son to ride the donkey and he himself gets off to walk the rest of the way. A third group of people seeing this remark: "What times are these? This young man is riding the donkey while his sickly old father has to walk!" Hearing this, Nasrettin Hoca tells his son to get off the animal and they both walk with the donkey trailing behind. Another group passing by point to them, laughing: "Look at these idiots. They have a d