Still no news from Google... but in other news, some former classmates emailed me yesterday about a job. I don't think that they could have any idea that I'm starting to look, so I was pretty shocked when he said:

"Hey! I was talking with (x) at lunch today, and we were talking about how we should get you on at Concentric Sky. You in the mood for a java programming job?"

I wouldn't doubt that this is in answer to all the prayers (and fasts) being done in our behalf. I'm meeting with them on Wednesday to find out more!

Also: added a few 4th pics from Bill: http://witski.com/

Had my Google interviews (5 of them) yesterday. The first and last were a little rocky (each had a technical question I struggled with). The middle three were pretty good. Over all I'd give my self a B (but I don't know how we'll most of their candidates do, so I don't know if it was good enough). If they don't hire me, I'm going to reapply in 6 months ;).

Jacob is becoming much more independent with getting himself cereal in the morning. The other day he wanted some instant oatmeal, so he got a chair from the table and moved it over to where the cereal cabinet is and got the box down. Then he asked me if the dishes in the dishwasher were clean, and since I didn't know, I just told him to get one out of the cupboard. So he moved another chair over to get his bowl. Next he moved another chair over to the sink so that he could put some water in the bowl.

Since the microwave is right under the cereal cabinet, he just used his first chair to put his cereal in the microwave. Ethan, always excited to watch things in the microwave, grabbed the last chair from the table and slid it over so that he could see.

When the cereal was done, Jacob walked over to the table and yelled "Dad! there's no chair for me to sit in!"

FYI: Google asked me for more availability, so it doesn't look like I'll have my interviews this week.

We've been trying (just a little) to potty train Ethan (the boy is almost three for crying out loud...). Anyway, I put him in some underwear and set a timer so that I'd remind him to go every 10 minutes (I really didn't want to deal with an accident). The first two times he went, but the third time Jacob informed me:

"Dad, somethings wrong with Ethan, nothings coming out of him!"

The rest of the night, out of the blue, Ethan would say:

"Dad, somethings wrong with me."

We had an awesome week up in Washington visiting friends and family. One funny story: Jacob was sitting next to one of his cousins while watching fireworks. The two had become good friends over the last couple of days. I said something to Rachel about her (Rachel) being cute and gave her (Rachel) a kiss (we were sitting right behind Jacob). Jacob's cousin then gave Jacob a kiss on the cheek!

A little while latter she called one of her friends over to watch the fireworks with them (he was a boy). When he came over, he just stared at her and Jacob (with his back to the fireworks). She offered him some pop corn, and without taking his eyes off of Jacob, he popped one in his mouth (in a very cute, intimidating way). For the remainder of the fireworks: she kept saying: "look at the fireworks"; he kept staring at Jacob; Jacob was oblivious to what was going on; Rachel and I were laughing our heads off.

Here is a picture of Jacob sharing the rocket launcher we built:

Hopefully we'll get some more images up on witski.com.