Who's that squirrel?

On the job front: Yesterday, I finished a pretty grueling interview process for a job that would solve, well, all of my problems. I feel like it went really well but I'm not naive enough to think that its all locked up. The company wants the person they select to start on Monday, so I know that at the very least I won't be sitting here wondering for long. On the other hand, I'm experiencing all of the stress of the interminable wait to find out condensed into three three days. If this entry is a little choppy, its probably because I'm having to stop occasionally to breathe into a paper bag.

On the kiddo front: I've been walking around all week wondering if I should call the cops. Maybe get John Walsh or Nancy Grace on the case. Someone has come in the night, scooped up my squirrel, and replaced him with a sweet and adorable clone. Probably made of Folgers Crystals.

Orion just wasn't born as a real cuddly kid. He's always preferred to be held and carried around, but I've suspected that its more so he can have an improved view of the world. He doesn't want to sit on your lap. He doesn't want a hug. He doesn't want a kiss. I didn't like it, but I got used to it. I admit that the main reason I eventually decided to co-sleep was that he'd actually let me snuggle him while he was asleep. I was heartbroken on the day that I realized he would sleep better in his own bed.

But now, whoo boy! I am finding out how the other half lives. He's turned into a complete snuggle bug. He even lays his head down on my shoulder when I carry him. Hell, when he's sitting in his stroller or highchair he'll grab my hand so he can snuggle my arm and lay his little cheek against my palm. It's magical.

Of course, this is all happening when I have very limited time left to stay home with him. I'm down to seven days at most, and I may only have three days alone with him. Man...just when it was getting good.

The little stinker still won't say "Mama", though. Every time I walk in the room his face lights up and he calls, "Da!" Maybe they'll straighten him out at daycare.