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January 30, 2008

Today's Public Service Announcement

Save us from people who put everyone else at risk because they refuse to vaccinate their kids.   There is no evidence that vaccines cause autism and overwhelming evidence that vaccines don't cause autism.  Seriously.  Repeat after me: vaccines don't cause autism.  It's true!

I found it fascinating that the official Oregon immunization record requires documentation to exempt a child for medical reasons, but almost nothing to exempt a child for religious reasons.  My feeling is that refusing to vaccinate a child based on religious tenets should at least result in revocation of 501(c)(3) status and should probably be criminalized.  If the state has an interest in the health of a fetus and restricts late-term abortion, it certainly should have an interest in the health of the child who could go on to infect dozens of other children with life-threatening diseases. 

There are few things that I refuse to debate and will brook no dissent upon -  but this is one of them.  If you don't believe me (and every reputably published study), why don't you (and your unvaccinated children) move to sub-Saharan Africa or Thailand or Malaysia and report back on how well that's working out? 

Vaccines: good for your kids AND everyone else's kids. 

January 29, 2008

Thank you, Miss Maryland 2001

Nothing -- and I mean nothing -- improves a female attorney's street cred with male attorneys like saying, "Hey, Miss Maryland 2001 just commented on my blog."   Holy-shmoly.  I really got to bask in some reflected glory there -- thank you, Kelly, for doing wonders for my reputation in Washington County, Oregon.  :)

(And you should all check out her blog, too -- more proof that beauty pageant winners are smart, funny women underneath the teased hair and sequins.)

January 27, 2008

Peach Blogging

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January 26, 2008

TV Review: Miss America

Wait!  Don't take away my feminist credentials just yet!  So, yes, Matthew and I just watched the Miss America Pageant.  I've never watched it before, but after I got sucked into watching all four episodes of Miss America: Reality Check (seriously: I am a TLC junkie these days), I really wanted Utah, Washington, or Alaska to win.  (They didn't, although Washington made it to the final five.)  Yeah, I didn't need to TiVo it to find out who won, but morbid curiosity got the better of me. 

(As staunch of a women's advocate as Matthew is, I was surprised to find out that he'd watched it before -- with his mother.  She modeled in the 1940s and was always interested in the "beauty" culture.) 

It was as insipid as I'd imagined, although having watched the earlier show, I knew that some of the contestants were actually quite bright -- which made me embarrassed for them as they wound their way through the various "competitions."  (At least, until I reminded myself that no one forced them into this competition). 

The format, though, baffled me.  It starts with the field being narrowed to fifteen women, plus one "People's Choice" candidate (Utah).  There's no explanation of how the judges reached that conclusion, but wham!  It's down to fifteen.  While I understand that it would be a very long and boring show if we had to watch 52 evening gowns, swimsuit, talent, and Q&A sessions, it would have been nice to have the pretense that it's not just about appearance. 

Then the competitions started and the eliminations quickly followed.  If I were running the show, I would have done the competitions in reverse order.  The way they did it was 1) swimsuits, 2) evening gowns, 3) "talent," and 4) Q&A.   I would have ditched the Q&A (shades of Miss Teen USA there), then started with "talent."  This is the cringe-inducing bit, the part where candidates could really break out (for better or worse).  How much more entertaining would the show be if it took on an American Idol slant?  As it was, by the time we suffered through the swimsuits and evening gowns (truly horrible, all the way around), we were left with a couple of ballerinas and a lot of singers.  I was rooting for the lone violinist, but alas, she didn't make the final five.   My feeling is that if you want women to take Miss America seriously, show them as being talented first and pretty last. 

Also, it'd be nice to know what exactly the judges were voting on -- what the criteria were.  Clearly it'd never be scientific, but even dog shows have established standards.  (An apt comparison.)

Anyway, it was interesting, but I probably wouldn't watch it again.  There was a lot of talk about "updating" Miss America, but it didn't seem terribly relevant to me -- though admittedly, they hooked me with the four episodes of "Reality Check," which did make me care about a number of the contestants. 

January 23, 2008

Waving the Elephant of Truce

After her morning snooze, Peach started to play in her crib with a stuffed toy.  From my angle in the chair across the room, though, this is what I saw.

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And sitting (with some help getting there):
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Shame on the NYT

For not supporting Linda Greenhouse in a more substantial way against the attacks of M. Edward Whelan III.* 

Full disclosure: I enjoy Greenhouse's reporting on the Supreme Court, devoured her bio of Justice Blackmun, and do not share toothpaste with Greenhouse (or Blackmun, for that matter).

*Somewhat unfortunate initials for a pundit.

January 22, 2008

Punchline looking for a joke

A lawyer who can't talk.  How ironic.

(But other than the lost voice and the sinus problems, I'm doing a hell of a lot better than I was on Sunday, when I was dealing with the after-effects of the stomach bug AND the cold.  And I'm feeling somewhat proud of myself for clearing off ancient shows from the bedroom's TiVo.) 

January 18, 2008

Wake me when it's over, please

Matthew and I have a quasi-serious rule about illness, and have since the begininng of our relationship.  Neither of us does sick well (he gets cranky and noncompliant and I get peevish and push myself too hard), so we say that only one of us can be sick at a time.  That leaves the other person to pick up the slack.  But two sick adults and one sick (if recovering) child?  Hellish.  We spent most of the day on different floors of the house. 

I skipped the client call and crawled in bed to watch TV all day -- and I never, ever do that. Peach and I watched My Family and Other Animals, various episodes of Scrubs, Tuck Everlasting (that one only until I got bored) and Cousin Bette.  I spent large parts of today fantasizing about checking into a hospital for IV fluids and antinausea drugs, which should tell you exactly how great I felt.   There were parts of the day when I literally did not have the strength to get the Peach out of her crib when she was fussing.  I'm sure one of us will be in therapy for that later.  I hate being this sick. 

Most of the day, I was limited to two or three soda crackers at a time, but now I can manage a bit of applesauce and rice, so I keep thinking things like, "I'm so glad I'm back to only having a cold!"  Peach went the whole day without throwing up (Wednesday and Thursday were puke-o-ramas around here), so that's a relief. She actually seems to handle being sick better than Matthew or I do. 

The jury's still out on Matthew, but hopefully he'll wake up feeling better.  I think we're going to have to institute some sort of post-day care decontamination process. 

Spoke too soon

Little Girl* did not stop vomiting.  I ended up calling her physician and under advice, have only given her very small amounts of food at a time. (When she'd eat -- lots of times she refused to eat at all.)  At five this morning, she woke up ravenous, but I only let her eat two ounces, because I really didn't want to be thrown up again. Selfish?  Probably.

Matthew woke up in the night with a similar (but not identical) gastrointestinal bug -- he suspects food poisoning.  So when Little Girl wasn't waking me up with fussing, I was waking up because I was worrying about Matthew, who was also up and down all night.

I didn't entirely escape food poisoning, but I don't seem to be suffering as badly.  Good thing, too, because even with the aches, sore throat, stuffy/runny nose, and exhaustion, I'm the most functional member of the household right now. 

I have a scheduled client call at 9 AM.  Right now, I'm just shooting to get through it so that I can collapse on the couch and drink the pedialyte that Peach hated.  And feel completely sorry for myself.  And maybe take a nap.  If I'm feeling really decadent, I might give in to the extremely bad (cranky, annoyed, frustrated) mood I've been fighting off. 

Blech.

*Another of Peach's nicknames, but one that just Matthew and I use (I think).  It's inherited from our menagerie days, when we had gazillions (OK, five) of ferrets at a time, and pronouns just didn't do the trick for distinguishing them.  Any female ferret we had was Little Girl, as compared to (I guess) the border collie and me - the only other females in the house.  For some reason, we only had one female ferret at any given point, but oodles (OK, four at the most at any given time) of males.

January 16, 2008

State of the House

Matthew: recovering from sprained ankle and using cane, House, MD-style. 

Peach: projectile vomiting, followed by dry heaving and bile vomit every half hour. 

Me:  Painful sore throat and generalized achiness, headache, and generalized feeling sorry for self.  Annoyed that cashmere sweater is covered in baby vomit. 

Laundry: Finishing up big load of baby clothes, nearly all of which were blanket and outfit changes from baby vomit. 

Dishes: 36 hours behind. 

Norris: Happy, but annoyed he was fed late.


UPDATE: Matthew stayed up all night with the Peach, who has finally stopped vomiting and is sleeping peacefully. (So, for that matter, is Matthew.)  My throat is still killing me, I still ache, and I'm clearly still feeling sorry for myself.   There is nary a bottle of Chloraseptic to be found in the house - leaving me with the old standby, salt water gargle.  Blech.  I suspect I'll be heading out to the store before long. 

January 15, 2008

So far, so good?

The Peach had her first day at "school."  (I detest the term "day care" and can't think of anything better.  I decided on "school" so that when the time comes for kindergarten, "school" is something she's an old pro at, mentally speaking.) 

My role in this is quite small.  It's at Matthew's place of work, in a federal building. This means I get her ready to go while Matthew is getting ready to go -- and he takes her, drops her off, and deals with the separation; he also has the duty to pick her up, retrieve her stuff, and bring her back home.  This is at least 30-45 minutes each way with a 7 month old in the backseat, and I'm fine with not being a part of this, trust me. 

She wasn't entirely happy with the process.  Once there, she was fine up until she realized someone else was holding her, and then she started to cry.  Apparently she's also a social crier, and when any of the seven other children cried, she joined in.  She was mostly content to play by herself, but did spend a little time with a baby (belonging to a GS-14 that we strongly suspect bumped us from an earlier opening, even though we'd been on the list longer - but I digress.).   They had a hard time getting her to nap, but the bouncy chair helped.  I know all of this because they give us a sheet every day that lists all the times she ate, wet, pooed, and so forth, along with a summary of her day. 

The best part about all of this is that Matthew works on the same floor as the "school."  (I need a better term, or else just need to dump the quotation marks.)  He managed to visit with her during his lunch (she woke up for part of it) and could interact with her.  Wait -- I just asked him how many times he visited with her and he said, "It was a lot more than lunch, my dear."  (Apparently, he visited five times!)   Taking her is much more time than he gets to see her on average work days, and it's all a bonus for him.

But for me, it was weird. It was the longest I'd been away from Peach since the night after she was born (she stayed in the NICU for 24 hours).  I kept thinking about how I needed to be careful to let her sleep - and would only realize that wasn't an issue several beats later.  Most of the day I was confused about what day of the week it was (more than normal), because I was never without Peach on a weekday.

And it was a productive day -- not only did I get to eat breakfast before 10 AM, but I worked, went to the courthouse and the law library, and even had lunch (if Round Table counts) by myself (I ate alone!  And read while I ate!).  Nice stuff.  Once back at home, I painted some in her room -- this brilliant, bright pink that I found among the rejects at Lowe's, then painted a picture frame to match, then tackled the great china cabinet project in the garage (also the pink color - but another story). 

I did miss the little Peach, though.  I was so happy to see her when she came home, although she was so exhausted that it took her a full ten minutes to wake up enough to smile for Matthew or me (Norris, however, got grins right away -- she LOVES that dog). 

Now she's sleeping - in her crib.  In her room!  Those are good times.  (And I'd also be sleeping if I hadn't fallen asleep on the couch and dumped half a mug of peppermint tea in my lap...)

January 14, 2008

Thank you, my early adopting husband!

Today a card came from Intuit, the people who make Quicken. I almost tossed it into the trash immediately (I can't begin to count how much junk mail they've sent us over the years), but opened it on a whim.  Inside?  A $50 Amazon gift card because Matthew was among the first 50 people to upgrade to Quicken 2008. 

What'd we get?  A copy of The Selfish Gene and a cushion for my "bonus" Maclaren MX-3

It's a nice way to start the week, especially after working hard this past weekend moving furniture to get the baby's room in order (and our living room transformed into a den).  In other news, Eden is starting day care part time tomorrow morning.  She's one of eight infants in her class (with two teachers - not a bad ratio), and she'll be just down the hall from Matthew's office.  Fingers crossed for an easy transition -- for baby and mom. 

January 13, 2008

Contracting Work Dissected

One of the ways I've earned money since law school is by doing contract research and writing.  Almost all of my contracting work has come from solo practitioners, and the rest from small firms, so I can't speak to the big-firm contracting experiences (mostly negative) I've read about online, where the contractors are in sweatshop-like conditions.  (I'm assuming the bloggers were exaggerating -- at least, I hope so.) 

I get asked a lot about contact work from law students and new grads who are looking for work or who aren't sure what they want to do yet, and who think contracting may be a good way to tide them over until they get a "real" job (or open a solo practice) or figure out what it is they really want to do.

Basically, a contract attorney in my position gets called at the last (or nearly last) minute to perform some research and writing task that the principal attorney doesn't have the time or motivation to do.  Occasionally (though more often for me recently), the contract attorney will get a call from an attorney who just wants to bounce ideas off of the contractor and discuss strategy.  The most common place I'll get called in, though, is to respond to motions for summary judgment. 

I get asked a lot about how I find work.  Just about every contract job I have is through word of mouth, from classmates and from other practitioners.  I've responded to a few ads, but only one of them netted anything. 

I enjoy contract work, for the most part.  I love going through discovery (though I'd probably hate it if it was my primary function) and digging for useful facts.  I love reading depositions.  I love making legal arguments, and I love working on complex litigation.  I really love rinding out that it's my memo or brief that kept the case from being tossed.  Another plus?  Attorneys pay more regularly than clients, and usually quite promptly.

Contract work will also give you great exposure to other areas of law that you might never have even thought existed.  (Often the questions I'm asked to research are novel -- the easy issues lawyers handle themselves.)  There's a lot of room for creativity.  And if you didn't know your jurisdictions rules for civil procedure or local rules, you will learn them in a hurry with contract work.  You'll get used to saying, "Sure, that sounds interesting!"

But there are drawbacks. It's not something you're likely to make a terrific living from in the beginning.  Sometimes you have more work than you can handle, but most of the time you don't, and it's impossible to predict when the lean times will come.  (December 2006 I was crazy busy, but December 2007 was almost completely dry.) 

And how do you know what to charge?  Sometimes the local law school career services office can point you at a range, but it's still an art form.  Attorneys (like clients, or anyone else) tend to put a value on services, and if you charge too little, you may be perceived as downmarket.  If you charge too much, you may price yourself out of a job. (Even though they will likely triple what you bill and pass that on to the client.)

And attorneys can be difficult to work for.  Some solos are difficult personalities, or at least very particular people.  Some micromanage and want constant updates.  Some want a yes person -- basically, someone to rubber stamp or verify what they want to do.  When this happens to me, I try to explain why something will probably not work, but also try to point out areas where an argument might be strengthened.   (In this way, contract lawyering is like any other job I've ever had: I am a good "no" person.)

Another consideration is office culture -- is the attorney the controlling type, who doles out information in dribs and drabs and always leaves you guessing about the rest of the case?  It's frustrating, because while they may have all the facts about the case in their head, I don't -- and I can't do my best work product without reading the file, top to bottom.  Sometimes I'll spot something that I can use.   So always try to get as much of the client file as you can before you work on a project -- insist on reading the depositions, even if the attorney tells you not to bother.  (They may not want to pay your hourly rate for you to do the extra file review, but you've gotta do it -- even if they do act as though you're pulling the food from their children's mouths.)   

Sometimes it's hard being in the background.  Only one attorney I regularly work for will trumpet my involvement to both his clients and to other attorneys -- usually I don't get any credit at all.  Sometimes it's a bit strange writing something that someone else will sign his or her name to -- there's no dishonesty (although bar associations have been jumping all over attorneys who draft paperwork for pro ses to file), but it's just...odd.  Often I never know how things turn out after I finish the assignment and email an invoice.  One attorney I do work for a few times a year, so months will go by without my hearing from him, and I'll wonder if I did a good job or if he hated it.  The only way I'll know is when the next job from him goes in. 

There's more, certainly, but this is a start.  I composed this between moving furniture, dealing with the Direct TV guy and a barking dog and crying baby, attending a baby shower, and moving more furniture.  I'm beat.   On the plus side?  The Peach's nursery is almost complete!

January 10, 2008

Shameless L&C Classmate Gossip

In case anyone has been wondering what Mr. S.C. has been up to...apparently, it's with a judge with a big mouth.  Whoopsie!

Thanks to Skelly for bringing this to our attention.

January 08, 2008

One...step...at...a...time...

I'm becoming one of those bloggers -- you know, the type that only posts once in a blue moon, and when she does, it's all whining about how busy she is. 

What do I do, you ask? As you can see from previous posts, I feed the baby, change the baby, play with the baby, repeat, try to get a couple of things done before the cycle starts all over again.  If I'm lucky, I might get to pee without interruption. It takes me until Friday to finish the Sunday Times crossword - and that's on a good week.  (OK, at least a part of that is because I am a mediocre crossworder.) 

Taking care of the Peach and watching her grow has been fabulous, wonderful - but exhausting and mind-numbing, too.  I feel incredibly guilty about her going into day care, primarily because I'm looking forward to it so much.  I think I'm finally understanding the push-pull of the Mommy Wars, and that's with going into this knowing that I would absolutely not be the one taking care of her full time.  But I'm also looking forward to the fact the time I spend with her will be time I desperately want to spend with her, as opposed to not having any other choice. 

Now, affording  day care is another matter, but of course, the presumption is that I will be working full time again.  I love my contract work, but it's feast or famine and right now times are lean.  I'm torn between wanting to aggressively market myself as a contractor versus seeking full-time regular lawyer work.   The contract work is so flexible and fun -- research problems and persuasive writing are the best part of what I do as a lawyer, plus, I can work on wildly diverse areas of law.  But the money isn't regular, there are no sick or vacation days, and I'm not a girl who handles uncertainty well.  (This is probably why I am a good researcher: I WILL find the answer.)

As for working at a firm...

...crap.  I'd finish this post, but the Peach just woke up -- twenty minutes before I have a telephone meeting scheduled with a client.  Gotta run.   

January 03, 2008

A day in the life, redux

Yesterday was amazing, crazy, and wonderfully productive.  Peach and I worked our tails off, and she was a trooper, up to and including going to the courthouse.  (She had her usual reaction to the courthouse.  She pooped.)  I did a bit of everything and felt wonderful about the day - I crossed more off my to-do list than I have in a long while. 

Today was amazing, crazy, and not wonderfully productive.  Today's work-at-home-mother-attorney's action items:

  • Wake up at 5:30 because baby is making sounds on baby monitor.  Realize husband slept through alarm; wake him.  Go downstairs for clean bottle.  Baby is asleep again.  Go back to sleep, wake when husband asks where the razors are; go back to sleep.
  • Wake up at 6:30 because baby is very much awake. Eat Luna bar.
  • Feed baby.  Baby falls asleep; watch Trading Spaces (fast forwarding the boring bits) until arms hurt.   Put baby down.
  • Get dressed.
  • Make bottle.
  • Dress baby. Baby barfs on outfit number one, and we move onto outfit number two. 
  • Go to Saturn dealership for very late 41,000 service. Discover must now have more expensive service.  Discover front brakes must be replaced.  Authorize replacement of brakes.  Entertain child while brakes are being replaced, change three diapers in three hours, down a triple venti non-fat peppermint mocha with no whipped cream and a Diet Dr. Pepper.  Eat two Luna bars.  Endure changing blown-out poopy diaper in dealership bathroom, where they are kind enough to have a Diaper Genie -- without liners.  Discover this the hard way.
  • Home.  Baby screaming.  Put dog out, change baby into outfit number three.  Let dog in.  Feed baby.  Put baby in swing (she's almost too big for it, but it still works).   
  • Downstairs: call opposing counsel, who provided draft judgment after business hours on Monday.  Naturally, it's due Friday, and I can't get ahold of my client.  Opposing has no objections to extension for entry of judgment.  Whew.
  • Organize desk. 
  • Start to draft motion.  Realize I'm getting a migraine and decide it's a toss-up between seven and eight on the pain scale.  Hunt down Frova, pop one and close eyes.
  • Baby wakes up. 
  • Change, feed, play, change, play with baby. Call Matthew and weakly demand that he not work late tonight, and that he returns forthwith with dinner.
  • Consider doing laundry, but head is throbbing.  Close eyes and lean against sofa; pull baby out of basket full of (clean) diapers. 
  • Put baby in swing again - she falls asleep.
  • Put dog outside.  He immediately starts to bark at obnoxious neighbor dogs.  I consider going out in the rain to stop him, then close the door instead and put my hands to my temples.
  • Matthew walks in the door with food. Fast food.  And I'm not feeling guilty about it, no.
  • Three bites into dinner, baby wakes up.

Now it's almost midnight - about the closest I ever get to me time.  I had a bowl of Cheerios (I like them, OK?  And they're good for my high cholesterol), watched an episode of Mission:Organization (insipid and full of people with high-class problems, but it has useful tips), and typed this post because I've forgotten the thoughtful post I came up with at the car dealership this morning.

January 01, 2008

Birth Certificate Remorse

CNN.com's  story about naming remorse (and changing) fascinates me.  When we decided on "Eden Alexandra," I knew that it was highly unlikely that we'd want to call her Eden at the beginning, something that was even more true when she arrived more than a month early.  I'd wanted a name that an adult woman would be happy with, and was less concerned with how it fit a child, let alone a preemie.  Alexandra was there for multiple nicknames, if she wanted them in the future. 

And so not surprisingly, the nicknames for Eden started fast and furious.  While she was still in utero, Matthew nixed my favorite ("Ed") and second favorite ("Edie"), although I suspect they'll make a return in a couple of years.  Because the last nurse we had in the mother-baby unit said someone must ride next to her in her car seat to make sure she stayed "pink and wiggly," that became her first nickname.  At home, she made the smallest little mewing sounds, and I called her "Mouse" for a while.   "Little E" was a favorite (and still gets used on occasion). 

I can't remember how I started calling her Peach.  Maybe it was her coloring, or her peach fuzz hair, or because she's peachy.  It's stuck around the longest of all the nicknames -- but I'm not sure how long it'll last, either.  Because the baby that was "pink and wiggly" and "little e" and "mouse" and "e" and "peach" -- she's starting to look like and act like an Eden. 

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