A glimmer of hope

Monday, Hubbie had an interview at a consultancy firm and it went very well. The director of the company met with him and told him he has valuable experience (even if it's in a different sector) and wants him to come back for a second round. It's such good news. And such a boost of confidence for Hubbie. We are hoping and praying the second round will go well. However, with the economy the way it is, the director pointed out he might not have any projects until January. So there are a few things that need to fall into place before we start celebrating.

Thanks so much to everyone who prayed for Hubbie's interview Monday. God heard you. :)

More good news arrived on Wednesday. I got a part-time job teaching English at an international language institute. It won't pay much, but it takes some pressure off of us. I may try to get another part-time job over the holidays, depending on whether the language institute expects a slow month (December usually is).

I'm also trying to get back into freelance writing. I don't have much news on that front but will let you know if anything ever gets published!

Lastly, our 18-month old son L is quickly becoming a terrible two. Oh no!!! He says NO to everything we ask him, even if he means yes. For instance: "Do you want to faire dodo (go to sleep)?"; "Nooooo"; "Do you want more cheese?"; "NOOOOO"; "What do you want to do?"; "DODO." When he is being playful, he often head-butts his poor Papa to the point that today, he thought L had given him a black eye. L recently turned his deceptively innocent Winnie-the-Pooh-mobile into a toe-smashing machine. If we punish him, he whines loudly, and as he finds that effective in eliciting a response from us, has notched up the volume this week. I think it's safe to say, L has a strong character and often tests the boundaries. I suppose he will soon start to find his poo fascinating, and it may end up on the walls if we're not careful.

That said, we love him very much and find things to coo over almost daily. He loves people watching at the playground and often strikes up "conversations" through incomprehensible sounds that resemble speech, complete with hand gestures. One parent asked me, "Is he speaking in English?" I shrugged and held up my hands. Whatever the language, it seems to work. Just today he charmed a little girl 2 years his senior to give him a chocolate wafer. That's what I call a Frenchman.