Pagan angel and a borrowed car
Bah, applying for jobs has me freaking busy. I just got word that I'm 90% set for a full time gig next year, just in time to find out that I'm eligible for an even better job that's even closer to home. The problem is that this job doesn't start interviewing until December, and if the job I just interviewed for is trying to get people contracted fast, so I may not be able to get this better job without casting myself to the wind.
Other than that, Noah has just topped 11 pounds (this is up from his birth weight of 7 pounds 5 ounces) in just under 4 weeks. We found this out because he ended up getting a minor intestinal infection, likely due to his pacifier. (Mind you, he's not such a fan of the pacifier. He chewed it for one day, found out that no milk came out of it, and now spits it out the minute it gets in his mouth and makes a face like "Why would you put something like this in my mouth? It gives me no nourishment. It provides no nutrition. I am neither pacified nor comforted. You're an idiot, Dad." Yes, his grimace can speak these volumes.) He's got medicine and seems to be doing better, but we're going back on Saturday to check again. Still, the fact that he was able to gain a lot of weight even while sick is just a testament to how hungry this boy really gets. Eats like his father.
In other news, we've incorporated Iron & Wine into Noah's bedtime playlist, and it seems to work. We've got a rotation of classical music, acoustic lullabies, and deep voiced singers that seems to get him to close his eyes. The only danger is that this will condition him to sleep when he hears this music, but oh well.
Just a minor commentary on Sam Beam's most recent album, The Shepherd's Dog. Anyone know why he's incorporating John Mayer into his influences? Not complaining per se, but wondering why he's moving (moved) away from his William Faulkner-tragicoustic sound. It's just poppier than I'm used to for him.