He's got style

My son is handsome. Thanks to Aunt S for the pictures.

Prodigy

I know there is waaaay too much of this Mom-bragging in the world (although I think all of it that goes on in our family is completely justified. We breed geniuses.). Having said that, I have only to say this: Thomas says "mama." And sometimes "bye-bye."
Darnit with the toenails. He usually does clip them in the living room (at least he uses clippers), leaving them in front of the couch. I don't know which is worse. At least on the bathroom rug they are out of sight most of the time. He does other gross things, too, which I won't get into here. And when I get up in the morning, I find dishes and pop cans (with varying levels of emptiness) all over the house. If I can stand to leave them there, he will eventually clean them up. The word here is eventually.
The job is at Super Kmart. And I got it. Thank the Lord! The most exciting part, other than the weekly money in my bank account, is that I will need to (get to!) buy new clothes for my uniform. I think I have to wear black jeans (I have one pair that don't yet fit me) and a solid red or white collared shirt. The last time I bought clothes, they were maternity. And before that, it was maybe years. So excited.
I will be working overnight, I think stocking the sales floor. I am actually psyched to have a job where I might not have to deal with people all that much. Sometimes it seems like everyone is out to get you, like everything wrong with the company is, of course, your fault. So maybe I won't have to deal with that. The overnight thing will be interesting. It's only going to be 15-20 hours a week to start, so I won't be completely sleep-deprived. We'll see how I like it. Frankly it doesn't matter. As I said before, it pays money. Real money!

Things are looking up

So. Jarrod got his license back. Finally. And I may be getting a job soon. I have a second interview on Tuesday. After they called me, I danced around the house (Thomas was in bed already, and Jarrod was not home yet, so I had to celebrate alone). I am so excited. It will be around 15-20 hours to start, which I think will be just about perfect. And from what I hear, they pay in US dollars. Money in the bank. Just the kind I like. So hopefully my interview will go well, and then I will have to pass a background check and drug test. Ha. And then, I will once again become a member of Jobland!! Mere words cannot express how thankful I am.
On the downside (because there's always a downside). I have two pairs of dress pants that fit my mother-of-a-six-month-old body, and one of them I just discovered has a torn hem. So that's one decision that has been made for me. Also. They changed the theme song to Sesame Street. I don't know when, but sometime between when I used to watch it 20 years ago and now. I don't like it. I told Thomas we are not watching the opening anymore. And also, Elmo was in the opening. What is this? He practically has his own show! So why does he need to venture outside of Elmo's World and steal Big Bird's thunder?
Anyone know how to get a husband to stop leaving toenail clippings on the bathroom rug? When he lived in a townhouse, he would go out on the balcony to clip them, sweeping the clippings onto the ground below when he finished. Boys are gross. And I think they really do have cooties, as was my first inclination back in the first grade. Ah, what can we do?