Tags: baby's first steps
July 18, 2008 — Practicing with Daddy this past weekend for today’s big event. Note, in addition to the lack of clothes (it was very, very hot in NJ, even at 7 a.m.), her “walking sneaks,” courtesy of her Mimi from the previous day’s trip to the shoe store in Summit.
Truth is, I actually miss writing on my blog even with a scheduled hiatus. Am writing today mostly to mark a milestone for eternity in the ether: Little Buggy walked today for REAL. She has been taking a few steps between chairs and counters, or walking from a few steps away towards you, with prompts (and lots of applause and exclamation at the end!) for a few weeks. Since we’ve been down in New Jersey, however, she’s had a lot more room to walk, both around the house and outdoors on the patio, where there are lots of fun things to explore like flower pots, bushes, ants, and even a fountain. She had gotten to the point this weekend where she actually wasn’t crawling anymore, but she’d come over to you and literally grab your hand so she could hold on to a finger while walking around. But today she did it on her own.
We weren’t prompting or praising — it was like she was testing it out on her own while she thought we weren’t noticing (as if). Taking a few sneaky steps around the TV room, and then all the way across it. Later in the day, there she was: just walking across the patio. And then she realized what she was doing. And she did it again. And again. Over to the flower pots. Over to the front steps. The patio table. The fountain. Back to the flowers. And then, fortunately, again for Henry’s video camera. Am kind of heartbroken that Tim isn’t here to see it — although he has seen many of the preliminary steps and attempts. She’ll be running by the time he arrives on Friday!
Will post a picture tomorrow. Once Henry broke out the camera, my mom came and got me out of study mode so that I could be in the video. “Ew, not looking like this!” I protested (i.e., greasy, blemish-y, bloat-y, overcaffeinated). But as she pointed out, I can always remember that Little Buggy walked during that summer I was back in New Jersey studying for the bar, and someday I’ll laugh at my appearance. But, more likely, I will be much more focused on the day my little baby became a toddler.
Tags: Dr. French Fry, pedialyte, Steamboat
… I meant to leave as a link — in case all you are desperate for some blog-reading while I’m on hiatus — to Dr. French Fry, written by a witty, eloquent medical student (wonder who that could be?) I particularly direct your attention to the post on the wonders of Pedialyte, whose elixir-like effect I was first introduced to by my friend Melissa, while on a ski vacation in Steamboat. On the way home from a bar one night, she made us detour to the drug store to buy Pedialyte so we would be ready to hit the mountain early the next morning. I dismissed it as a strange remnant from her ski-bum days, but I dutifully drank it. When I woke up the next morning feeling fine, I attributed my clarity to the fact that I just hadn’t probably drank all that much to begin with (doubtful).
However, I re-remembered her Pedialyte pit-stop before a recent bachelorette weekend. And now I can say with all surety: it’s truly a miracle worker. Between Dr. French Fry’s post –even though she mocks us “normal people” for liking to talk about it so much — and last fall’s Times article on how and when athletes use it, Pedialyte seems to be making a comeback, something all you bar-exam takers should take note of as you drink your little faces off the first week in August.
Tags: BC Law, BC Law professors, can I go to law school when I'm old?, friendship in law school, going back to law school, going to law school in your 30s
Here’s why I did not go to law school: to make friends. I have enough friends. I’m not being cheeky. I am fortunate to have made wonderful friends over the stages of my life — childhood and high school, summer camp, college, journalism school, in Idaho and Los Angeles, and here in Boston. As you move out of your 20s and debaucherous mini-reunions become less and less of an option, to properly keep in touch with friends — especially as they begin to disperse back to hometowns, across the country, or across the world — is a struggle. I wish I had more time for these incredible people who have criss-crossed my life — be they all the way in China or just across the Charles River as it were — I certainly wasn’t looking to fill any sort of gaps of friendship in my lilfe.
My decision to go to law school, as I’ve written about before, was almost solely for my own professional and financial self-improvement, and one of the reasons I chose to go to law school in Boston — as opposed to New York or Los Angeles, which also were options — was because I had such a great support system of sisters and friends here already. I knew just one person when I set foot on campus in the fall of 2005 — my sister’s roommate, Meg, who already was a good friend — and I didn’t think that anyone would really want to be friends with the older, more experienced (ahem) student, who had lived a lot more life than probably 99% of the beer-and-softball playing crowd that BC Law is known to attract. (To be fair, I also sort of knew Andrew, since my other sister pointed him out in the “facebook” and said, “I went to college with him. He’s great. You should be his friend.”) But in general, I wanted to stay in a familiar city, with familiar people. What would my classmates and I possibly have in common? I lived in a tiny studio in Cambridge, and I assumed they’d all be sharing large flats in Allston and Brighton, having study groups (not my thing) and keg parties (not my thing anymore).
So I wasn’t looking to make more friends, but law school is a strange world, especially your first year. First, you are thrown all the way back to high school with a rigorous, set schedule: you take the same exact classes with the same exact people at the same exact times every day. (BC also drives this home with the very high school-eque — public high school, at any rate! — corridors of lockers.) You get to know everyone in your 80-person section well — you see them in the library, grab a quick lunch with them in the cafeteria, silently urge them on when they get cold-called on a footnote in Torts or groan when you-know-who raises his/her hand again. And then, of course, you need to unwind, and if everyone else is going for $1 drafts in Cleveland Circle after the last class on Friday (at 3:30 p.m.!) what else are you going to do? It’s a camaraderie that exists probably only in one’s college freshman dorm — the whole experience is so new and somewhat terrifying that you cling to this group to which you’ve been randomly assigned for dear life.
And from that larger group a few people start to emerge as lifelong friends. I know that there are several dozen people whom I will be happy to see for years to come at alumni events, tailgates, and walking the sidewalks of the Financial District in their lawyer suits. But there are a few more whose children’s baptisms, husband’s 30th birthday parties, weddings, baby showers, and housewarmings I’ll attend for the rest of my life. A small group who will get together for random lunches and brunches, whom I can email to complain or to celebrate. Without whom I couldn’t have made it through law school — people who kept me laughing during the trials of 1L year, academically afloat while sick and pregnant 2L year, and sane and happy as I did 3L year with the Little Bug. With the exception of a few who are fleeing or have fled to more interesting places out West or to NYC (or even Connecticut! Yikes!), most will be staying in Boston, working in buildings I can see from my 34th floor office.
And most of my friends, I should note, are much, much younger than I am. Which means I have another round of bridal showers and weddings and baby showers — and bar nights! — but also that, in the end, age wasn’t and isn’t the divisive factor I thought it would be going back to school. Moreover, as an older student, I also formed relationships with professors that I know I’ll sustain — something that, naively, I was too intimidated to do in college. Not only am I much wiser about the benefits of making and keeping contacts in one’s professional world, but I could relate to professors as a professional in my own right, as a parent, and as a friend (professors it turns out — gasp! — are people too!). In general, these younger and older friendships are due in part to the intensity of the law school experience and, particularly, the cohesive nature of 1L year and my relative independence when I started. But I also got really, really lucky in stumbling upon a school where my friends are the types of people I strive to be when I’m at my best.
Tags: first birthday, the first year
Taken this morning…
Not all that much I can put into words, but this has been the best year of my life. “How fast it goes,” one always hears, but it’s true — too true. Still, I wake looking forward to the day ahead, starting with the moment I go into her room to see her standing in the crib waiting for me with a big smile.
July 14, 2007
Tim and I have been saying to each other, “Remember when she just used to lie on the ottoman?” “Remember when we used to swaddle her up?” “Remember when she didn’t used to eat real food?” It’s almost hard to — and yet as much as those days of baby-hood have slipped away too soon, every day is more fun: another step, another word, another discovery. I am in awe and wonder, and grateful for the joy my daughter brings everyone around her. Happy Birthday, my Little Bug!
Tags: due dates, spicy food inducing labor
July 11, 2007. Note the flowered “hospital bag” in the background…
My due date, etched into my head for more than nine months. We marked it with a big glass of California Zinfandel (yes, on my part. She was cooked, right? I was done!) and spicy food at P.F. Chang’s, and I woke up at 5 a.m. the very next morning with my first contractions. Was it the hot peppers? The wine? Whatever it was, it certainly didn’t hurry her out…
Tags: Back Bay Laundry Cleaners, elements of libel, intentional torts, libel, Marlborough Street
I know some people reading this blog live in Back Bay (and on Marlborough Street, no less!) Here is my neighborly warning, which I write as much to dispel some of my lingering annoyance as to actually effect any change.
About a month ago, Back Bay Laundry Cleaners, at 409 Marlborough Street, lost three of Tim’s shirts. They looked and looked, so they said. But the shirts are gone. Then, about two weeks ago we dropped off our duvet for dry cleaning before storing it for the summer. I thought that was very organized and Martha Stewart-like of me. We got it back, and it sat in its plastic bag for about a week in my closet before I got around to opening it up and putting it away. They must have sealed it up while it was still wet/damp, and it is now moldy and ruined. There is a sign behind the cash register that says something to the effect of: “Any complaints must be brought to our attention within three days or we are not responsible.” So I guess we missed that window, although the studious bar-reviewer in me is searching for other breach of contract remedies despite this disclaimer.
But, in the end, I just don’t have the time or energy to fight with them, so all I can do is write this post, which, fortunately, I think does not meet the necessary elements for libel. I imagine that there are others — including the several people I’ve seen in there previously arguing about missing/ruined clothes (you’d think that would have been a warning…but it’s just so conveniently located!) — who would leap to my defense that I am hardly ruining the cleaners’ reputation. Moreover, since this is Massachusetts, even though this is not a matter of “public concern” (I don’t think), the cleaners would have to prove both falsity (truth is always a defense!) and fault. So, if they sued me for libel they would have to prove that if this post were in fact a false statement (which it’s not), I also did not have a “mistaken belief” in this statement. If I didn’t have a mistaken belief, it would mean that I was negligent because I didn’t act reasonably to investigate whether or not their incompetence was true or not. In other words, even if I thought it was true, I should have tried to ascertain whether it really was true before writing about it. Anyway, can a business entity sue for libel in the first place, or is it just a personal tort (help me out here, lawyers and lawyers-to-be)?
(And I have just successfully reviewed the intentional tort of defamation while pursuing the much more enjoyable task of posting on my blog. Who says you can’t multi-task while studying for the bar?)
Someone likes her new bedtime routine. She looks like a little girl…