And not a drop to drink.
That's how I'm feeling about my job search right now. There are literally hundreds of jobs out there I could apply for, at least 10, 15, 20 I would actually like, but probably only 2 or 3 that I have the experience for that will pay what I am currently making (and need to survive considering I am winning the bread and all that) AND that I would actually like.
I finished up my final round of interviews for the latest and greatest dream job I really really want last Monday. Now I'm waiting. It I know it seems all drama drama and everything but it's so '2WW-ish', because one minute I'm all, 'it went so well, I'm sure I'll get the job'. And the next minute I'm all, 'I didn't get it they hated me my life is over'.
It will be what it will be. Meanwhile I applied for a couple more jobs. Plus one in Italy. Because you never know.
Gabriel continues to be the joy that holds me together. But my mind is a little work focused at the moment.
Things he's doing that are super cute.
Moo, Cow, Elephant: "Mmmmmmmmhhhhh"
Me, My Husband: "Mama" <--because we are an equal opportunity household.
Fire Truck: "Di-ah Duh"
Some words don't seem like much--but it's amazing to me when it is a consistent working out of the sounds. Thunderstorm has been pretty consistent with every storm we've had in the last two weeks. It's really interesting seeing him make out the pitch and sounds even if he can't quite reaaaallly make the words.
And he's always 'talking' babbling, making the oddest little sounds and 'words'--like his own little language. We just tell my family he's speaking Italian. So they think he's already talking fluently. ;-)
Oh I have the best movie of him dancing. But alas, it is on my phone. And it is too big a file to e-mail. And I am too lazy to remove the memory card and download it here. Maybe one day. Soon. His dancing makes my heart skip a beat. Such a happy kid.
Sometimes he just sings. Humming. Making sounds. But it's definite singing and I love it. Sometimes I can tell he's singing "Itsy Bitsy Spider" because he'll make the same hand gestures he makes during that part (where he pretty much 'washes the spider out' over and over again.)
He also likes to sing 'Elmo's Song'...and when it comes on he just says, "Lalalalalalalalala". *swoon*
Tonight I was laying with him while he was falling asleep. He sat up. Smiled at me. Leaned over. Gave me a big old mouth kiss. Then laid down next to me. So sweet. So stinking sweet. *swoon again* After that he hit me in the face and then bit my arm. <--keeping it real.
Just Being A Smarty-Pants:
Tonight he opened the latch on our child gate. So much for that.
We're sleeping okay. Still mattressing it. Waking more with teeth cutting. Diluting the milk with water little by little...thanks for that advice!
Off to continue the search.