Boys, Boys everywhere

The word on the street...er, ultrasound table, is that we're in for another boy. This time I actually was able to make out the, uh, pertinent parts myself, so I'm pretty sure.

Although part of me was wishing to experience a closet full of little pink baby girl clothes like my friend Jenny, I'm still very pleased on several levels. First, on a practical level, we have a ton of little boy clothes that are barely worn (up until 12m sizes when mobility began to make its wear and tear) and I wanted to see them on another baby.

Second, I like boys and think raising one of them (or two of them!) would be probably be easier than raising a girl. Disclaimer to any daughter of mine reading this ten years from now: Mommy loves you very much, wouldn't trade you for anything, and if you ask her now, would probably affirm that she has since changed her mind on this issue. Remembering my own teenage years, I was a pain in the behind. Also, I don't think I'm alone in saying that as a teenage girl I had self-esteem issues that caused some major attitudes, unnecessarily complicated relationships, etc. Boys, on the other hand, seem to just do dumb things that cause broken bones.

Anyway, back to the news, I'm envisioning myself ten years from now in a house surrounded by boys and fighting the day-to-day battle to turn off ESPN and stop burping at the table and inaccuracy at the toilet. (And I'm happy.)

WYLD Trial Advocacy Program

For the last 11 weeks or so I have been involved in the Washington State Bar Association's (WSBA) Washington Young Lawyers Division (WYLD) Trial Advocacy Program. This at first only involved two afternoons/evenings a week. The speakers have mostly been good and I would recommend it for any of my Washington Lawyer friends interested in trial practice. (If anyone signs up for this course next year and wants to know which nights are great to skip out on, let me know.)

The last two Saturdays of the program (incidentally the last two weekends) are day long mock trials in front of real judges. Special thanks to my husband Dan, and to friend Mike for taking time to be witnesses in both trials. The first weekend my trial partner and I defended a personal injury suit against our client sport's bar who created and maintained a dubious game called "human darts" that involved a velcro suit and it's huge corresponding velcro dart board on the wall. We won, even though as one juror said "look, it's obvious this game wasn't made by Mattel."

Yesterday (Saturday) we were plaintiff's in a wrongful death action against a Mt. Everest mountain guide company who negligently pushed a client up the mountain to his death. Despite a contract between plaintiff (decedent) and the guiding service with an express assumption of the risk clause, we also won that one. This one was especially fun and included our expert mountain climber's impromptu story on cross about some avalanche that killed his one and only dead client and his answer to defense counsel that No, none of his dead clients have ever sued him (found humorous by jury, judge, and pretty much everyone but defense counsel).

I found there's this euphoric high you get after a trial (at least, after you win a trial) that I could get addicted to. Now I want a criminal law position more than ever.

It's been forever

It's been forever since I've blogged. I just looked at my profile and it says my average weekly blogs are zero. I will try to change that now that it seems life is settling down a little bit. Rest assured that I have been doing much more in the last month than walking around glowing about the bar results shared in my last post.