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Saturday, January 31, 2009

Family bonding

My BFF (and Cora's godfather) is in town visiting, and has been staying with us. She generally sobs uncontrollably the first time she sees him, then warms up to him after awhile. She does the same thing with her grandfather. It isn't stranger anxiety -- she generally flirts with every other man she comes in contact with. Can't figure out what her deal is with them, but they're best buds now.

Cora's been a hateful little thing all week, thanks to teething and also just boredom, I think, from being stuck in the house all week. But also, she's becoming much more of a Daddy's Girl and could give a crap less about Mommy. I leave the room? Whatever, who cares. Daddy leaves the room? Oh my god. She throws her head back and sobs uncontrollably, like the world is ending. It's rather pathetic. Oh, and she likes my mom better than me, which is definitely the universe screwing with me. My kid *would* like my mother better. I know it's probably just a "phase" but I honestly believe this foreshadows our future relationship. I'd hoped we'd be buds, but I have a feeling we're going to be entirely too much alike to get along. The kid's a lot like me, it's troubling. Good and bad. It's gonna be a rough 17 years!

Anyway, it is a fun age though. She's got a seriously huge appetite, and she loves all food. Except key lime pie, I discovered. She loves Mexican food, and we go to this little Mexican restaurant up the road (we live in a part of town that's heavily populated with Mexican immigrants, which means awesome restaurants and groceries). The folks that run this restaurant are from Oaxaca, and the food is fabulous. They've got the usual Americanized Mexican dishes, but they also have a lot of regional dishes that are fantastic. But the cutest thing is that Cora now dips her tortilla chips in the salsa. She also tries to dip her fingers in the salsa, but hopefully her table manners will improve.

Other new tricks... she said her first actual word, which was "duck." At least that's what I think she said. She was in the bathtub at the time, and there were ducks, so I just assumed. But certainly she's my kid, so the word probably started with an "f" instead. However, we'll write "duck" in the baby book. She says "mama" and "dada," but I'm still not convinced she knows which of us is which. She also says "Uh oh!" when she drops something, and she says "awwwww!" when she hugs the dog, which is so unbelievably adorable, I can't stand it. And of course, she still babbles constantly. We've been resisting using the church daycare, because then we'd have to serve one shift a month taking care of other people's brats, but I think we might have to break down and do it. She talks, loudly, the entire time.

She's still doing really good in daycare, although since they've started trying to get her to nap on the cot instead of in the crib, she's not been taking very long naps. (Apparently toddlers have to nap on the cots, so that's one of the tests before moving to the toddler room.) I haven't been pushing the sippy cup as much as I should have. She didn't really like the whole milk, so I was trying to get her off formula and onto milk before I took away the bottle. I should probably take the bottle away soon. Oh, and the latest thing is that Cora wakes up in the middle of the night, like 3 or 4 am and starts talking. Just talking. For like an hour. Loudly. My kid talks too much.

So that's pretty much it. And in an unusual glimpse of what I look like, I have to share this photo BFF and I took this week, because it's hilarious and just so... us.

Thursday, January 29, 2009


I haven't been to school in three days. We were on delay Tuesday and today, and canceled all together on Wednesday. We had snow and an ice storm. Fortunately, we have electricity and running water, not everyone in the city does. This one doesn't seem as bad as the ice storm we had in 2003 though. We were without power for an entire week, as was the vast majority of the city. I had stayed with friends who didn't have power either, but we huddled around their gas fireplace and had a great time playing games by candlelight. (I think they enjoy roughing it though, because they don't have power this time either and we have an extra bedroom they can use here, and they've turned us down.)

My mom, my best friend and his boy toy stayed with us last night. I don't *think* Boy Toy will be returning tonight, but Mom and BFF are still here. If BFF sets the smoke detector off at 2am again, I will probably smother him with a pillow.

I am seriously on edge this week though. It was awesome getting the dreaded Nonprofit Orgs class canceled on Tuesday, but being off school and stuck at home has gotten old real quick. I can't stand being cooped up in the house. Can't stand it. Cora has been a complete pill too. It's not really her fault, at least not entirely. She's got another molar coming through, and she's really just unhappy. She hasn't been sleeping through the night, and she's cranky as hell. The Husband has been doing his absolute best at pissing me off. He'll be lucky if he doesn't get the pillow treatment as well.

In other news, my bar application is ready to go. It just needs to be mailed tomorrow. The deadline for postmark is Monday, so I'm an overachiever for once. I can't believe it's real. I can't believe I'm graduating in May. I can't believe I have to take the Bar exam. I can't believe my only job prospects are jobs two hours + away in the direction of Nowhere to the Southeast and Nowhere to the Northeast. Nowhere to the Southeast is significantly worse, but it's a 1-year clerkship with a judge, so at least it would be temporary. Nowhere to the Northeast would be a permanent position. The area is much better, but an indefinite stay would be much worse. And there's always waiting tables and volunteering for Legal Aid. We'll see!

Anyway, off to bed. Nonprofit Orgs is on for tomorrow at 9am. 9am on a Friday blows almost as much as the class does. It's truly awful. It's nothing more than a combination of BA and Tax. It's pretty much an automatic C for me!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

It's a brand new year

Hey, I guess while I'm waiting endlessly at O'Hare, the least I could do is blog. Am I going to finish my Crim Pro reading for tomorrow? Hell no! But I figure I could break my lengthy hiatus.

I've been in Chicago since yesterday. I took the PMF exam this morning. Now I'm waiting for my return flight from Chicago, where I'll drive another hour back home (the ticket was $200 cheaper). I'm beginning to think I should have just driven up to Chicago, however. I'm glad I got to the airport super early, since I got stuck going through security. (Some dude was searched for being brown, Muslim and foreign, so then security "randomly" checked the rest of the line's bags to act like they weren't racially profiling. Not fooling anyone, seriously.) O'Hare airport security has now seen my knickers. And they aren't my sexy knickers, they're like my cotton knickers with like polka dots and shit. Oh, and even better, my pirate pajamas were in there too. (Hey, it's not like there was any sexy time to be had, I'm traveling alone.) Security dude chuckled over that one. I gave him the stink eye, and then he wanted to start chatting about my law books. I grumbled about how law school was the worst mistake of my life, stuffed my knickers back in my suitcase and took the long trek to my gate, where I'm camping out with my laptop until my flight leaves.

Other than the annoyance of flying out of O'Hare, the trip to Chicago has been awesome though. I got in yesterday about 4:30, and headed over to visit a friend of mine and her new baby! She wasn't due until the end of the month, so the baby was very considerate in coming early so I'd get to see her. She's so sweet and tiny, and drinks only this tiny little bottle! I can't believe Cora was ever that tiny. My wiggly little chatterbox, that is constantly on the go, and eats everything in sight. Crazy!

Anyway, my friend is a trooper and drove me to my hotel in the loop (about a 15 minute drive), even though I said I'd take the train, since it was late. I stayed at Hotel Blake, which was fabulous. I wish I'd had longer to enjoy the hotel. But I had to get up early in the morning and head over to the federal building to take the exam. Which I rocked, by the way. Me and the chick next to me finished in like half the time on each section. We're looking around and most of the rest of the room is like sweating bullets, using all of the time. One section is logic problems. You know, like "All reptiles are cold-blooded," does that mean that all cold-blooded animals are reptiles? Derrr. Slightly more complicated than that, of course, and part of government-esque memos and such. Much the concept is the same. Then there's the "life assessment" portion, which is like "which of the following would your friends say most describes you?" Bleh. Then there was the grammar/spelling/are you literate? portion of the exam. I'm a stickler for grammar (other than in speech or blogging), so not a problem. The consensus among the law student crowd was that was super easy (because law students excel at taking exams about nothing, like the LSAT). So, we'll just see if they like my "life assessment" portion enough to make me a finalist. I answered the questions honestly, which means they know that I get bored easily, lose motivation when I do, am not self-motivated and am greatly annoyed by my classmates. Sweet.

Finally, after the exam, I met up with Kim for lunch at a little Italian bistro. Which was totally awesome! I've never met a fellow blogger before, so it was totally cool. Kim's exactly how I imagined, fun and outgoing! Hopefully we can do it again soon. I love Chicago, and need to visit more often!

After lunch, I took Kim's advice and went to what I call the uber-Macy's, where I only bought one skirt. I tried on evening gowns, but as usual, my boobs didn't fit in any of them. (I'm a size 12, the boobs are a size 18. Ugh. It's just unnecessary.) Then I popped into a few other stores, Borders, Nordstroms, and the like. Enjoyed being in Chicago. Stared longingly at DePaul, wishing I'd gone there for law school instead of the higher-ranked but greatly craptastic Mediocre Law School. Granted, there aren't any jobs, but at least I would have had a helluva time while suffering through law school. And *they* have an international moot court team. So does the law school [in the city I'm flying to] which is ranked 50 places lower than us, but probably should be ranked higher, proving the rankings mean crap. Anyway. So I totally have city envy now.

School is, of course, back in session. I got last semester's grades, which were all pretty good except for BA which gave me a big fat C in a four-credit hour course. I got an A- in scientific evidence but it was only 2 hours, and the rest of the grades were in the B range. Meh. My gpa barely moved.

Anyway, I could write more, but I now have to move gates, because my flight's been moved. I. Hate. O'Hare. Packin' it up. I'll try to blog again soon. I've been concentrating on sucking at life a little bit less and therefore, blogging less since I have less free time.