Saturday, May 30, 2009

Belated ATL photos

These are two college friends of mine. They were both bridesmaids in my wedding and I was a bridesmaid in both of their weddings. In fact I was pregnant with MP during the redhead's wedding.


Playing a game with Mama during Aunt C's graduation



Aunt C, Great Uncle B, and M.P. after graduation




Three Harper lawyers


The whole family (at least the blood relatives)

Dear MP,



Sorry for the quality of the photo / sign. Dad is out of town on a business trip, so I had to do the best I could.


Eleven month! How did this happen! I'm in full birthday party planning mode, and I'm even working on a surprise for you with the help of your Mammaw. Wanna know what it is? Too bad, you're going to have to wait for your birthday!

I thought I'd write this letter a little differently because I haven't blogged much this month and there's a lot I want to write down. So, I'm going to do a list of your LIKES and DISLIKES.

You LIKE picking at grass and eating it. When we sit you down in the front yard, I have to watch you like a hawk because you will sneak bites of grass when I'm not looking.

You DISLIKE the feel of grass on your legs. It's an amazing ability to be able to sit without touching the ground, but it's a skill you're working on. When we put you down in the grass for the first time, you kept one leg extended in the air at all times. When you finally decided to crawl, you crawled on one knee and one foot to keep as much of your body off the ground as possible.

You LIKE being tickled. I'll come crawling towards you saying "I'm gonna get you!" and you start laughing well before the tickling starts. It melts my heart.

You DISLIKE having your diaper changed. It's like trying to pin down an angry octopus. You grow limbs.

You LIKE saying "dap," "dow," "mbop," "mumumumum," "bababa," "dit,""apoo" a million other words and "Dada."

You DISLIKE saying "Mama." Or at least you don't say it nearly as often as Dada. ::sigh::


You LIKE crawling, pulling up, cruising and walking with your push toy.

You DISLIKE standing without holding on to anything, although you can do it for several seconds.

You LIKE pulling toys out of the toybox Dad made you.



You DISLIKE putting toys back.

You LIKE crackers, cheerios, any green vegetable, any orange vegetable, most fruits, meat, olives, cheese, yogurt, oatmeal and cornbread.

You DISLIKE having to hold your own bottle, sippy cups, and any liquid other than formula or water.

You LIKE your five teeth that have already come in (3 on top, 2 on bottom)

You DISLIKE the sixth tooth that's coming in on top.

You LIKE eating our keys.

You DISLIKE having the keys taken away.

You LIKE shaking your head "no" even before we've told you, because you often know it's coming.

You DISLIKE the consequences of "no."

You LIKE waking up at 5:30 a.m.

You DISLIKE any attempts by me to make you sleep later (please, just a little bit?)

You LIKE baths.

You DISLIKE any attempts to undress or dress you.

You LIKE being carried around as much as possible. Let's just say my left arm is pretty dang strong.

You DISLIKE Mama getting out of your line of sight.



Your Dad and I love everything about you, and we're so proud to be your parents.

Love,
Mama

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

Things that fall out of my head

[Typical lawyer disclaimer. I am a laywer, but I am not your lawyer. Everything in this blog is for informational and entertainment purposes. This is not intended to give legal advice. We do not have an attorney-client relationship. You should always seek the advice of a lawyer for any legal issues. If you rely on this, you are foolish. Period.]

I've wanted to post some more about what it is I do (aside from bugging Dad and raising MP), and I've blogged some about it here and here.

What I'd like to do is sort of walk through the steps of a corporation.

Here are those steps:

1. Incorporation (entity selection, tax matters, etc.)
2a) Fundraising (not always necessary or possible)
2b) Going about your business
1) Ordinary course of business (standard contracts)
2) Recruiting and retaining employees (employment agreements, equity incentive plans)
3) Non-ordinary course of business (joint ventures, purchases)
3a) [Going public] I put this in brackets because I have never helped anyone do this and it's becoming less and less common. I won't be blogging about it.
3b) Exit strategy - i.e. selling the company in some form or fashion.

This post is the lead up to 2(b)(1) going about business. I'm going to do a post about going about your business - in other words just the typical day-to-day stuff that I help businesses with.

However, as I started mentally writing that post I realized that there was so much background information that I felt like folks needed to know, so instead of one really long post, I'm going to do a pre-going-about-your-business post. Haha, pre post.

I digress.

To give you some context with where this is going, I want to talk about contracts. But to have any understanding of what I'm talking about, you need to know about Common Law. The United States (except for Louisiana - I'll get to that) is part of a common law system.

Under common law, the role of the courts is (hold onto your hats) to make the law and interpret it. Let's go on a mind experiment.

Say that it's the year 1875, and you are a farmer in Alabama. You own a cow. It's a prize cow. She's given birth to two calves already, is a good milker, and will probably give birth to two or more calves before her childbearing days are over.

Say that your neighbor accidentally kills your prize cow. He was shooting at some birds and didn't check his line of sight, and shot her.

You go to your neighbor and demand payment for your cow. You estimate that the cow alone is worth $25, lost milk is worth another $10 a year for 4 years, lost future calves are worth around $35.

Your neighbor refuses to pay the $100. He argues that it was an accident. He didn't intend to kill your cow, and thus he shouldn't have to pay. "Life stinks" is his response, and although he's sorry, he's not paying up.

You wait for the Circuit court to ride into town (this is rural, after all, so the judges and lawyers ride the circuit bringing the court to you). You hire a lawyer and sue your neighbor.

The court rules in your favor! Huzzah! The court rejects your neighbor's argument that he isn't responsible because the killing was unintentional. The court rules that your neighbor failed to act as a reasonably prudent person would. In other words, he was negligent.

The Alabama court just invented the doctrine of negligence. It just made the law. That's how the law developed. Case by case. Precedent by precedent. That's common law.

Now I'm being overly-simplistic. Most of the colonies adopted the common law that was developed in England, and so the doctrine of negligence is much older than the 1870's. But you (hopefully) get the idea.

There was no code set down that governed the actions between people. Instead, courts decided cases, and with each new case added to the law.

What is there besides Common Law? Civil law. Think Napoleonic Code (which is why Louisiana is a civil law state - thanks France!). Instead of the courts creating the law, case by case, the emperor (or sometimes a legislative body) states the law. For example, there would be a code stating that if a person negligently kills another persons cattle, that person must pay damages to the injured party.

Technically, the United States is becoming less and less a common law legal system. There are massive regulatory schemes in place, both at the state and federal level. But, contracts are, most often, still governed by common law.

Wait! Why are we talking about contracts? Businesses don't use contracts that often, do they? I've never entered into a contract, have I?

Oh, yes. Yes you have. Every time you buy something. Gas. A diet coke. You've entered into a contract. There may not always be a written contract (although there should be) but there's always a contract.

There are some problems with all of this. Each state has its own well-developed body of contract law. Courts have been interpreting contracts for a very long time. But, the law isn't uniform across states. Thus, very significant terms to your contract (like payment terms, termination, and even the enforceability of the contract itself) will vary depending on your state.

Lawyers and business people realized this was a big problem. It impedes commerce. Folks are hesitant to do business with someone out of state because they don't know what the law in that state is.

Lawyers have come up with a pretty good solution to this - the Uniform Commercial Code ("UCC"). The UCC is a uniform law that has been passed, in one form or another, by the legislature of all of the fifty states. Legislature trumps courts, so where the UCC applies, it overrules common law. Let me explain. No, there is too much. Let me sum up.

The UCC governs the sale of goods. So when you buy your diet coke from the grocery store, that transaction is governed by the UCC. Those terms are known, uniform, and accessible. BUT - most of my clients sell services, not goods. So when they sell you a service, what are the terms of that contract? That's governed by common law and that's the subject of the next post.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Sometimes time stops

Last weekend we decided to give MP some corn. Corn is on the list of things Thou.Shalt.Not.Give.Babies because of a recent increase in corn allergies. But corn is ubiquitous. It's in everything. And we figured that if she was our child, she had to be able to eat corn. We come from a long line of southern farmers and mid-westerners. Corn is in our blood.

Her only reaction to corn was that she wanted more.

This afternoon, Dad and I were feeding MP dinner. She had some cheese and peas and, of course, Cheerios. Dad asked "Hey, can I give her some cornbread?"

The cornbread was left over from lunch my grandmother cooked for us on Sunday. She makes cornbread the right way. There's no sugar in it and it's cooked in a cast iron skillet. The bread was a little dry, since it's a few days old. It's the perfect consistency for making what I'm fairly sure my grandfather calls Mississippi ice cream. Dried cornbread in a tall glass of buttermilk. Mix and eat with a spoon.

"She loves this!"

I was breaking off little pieces and she was shoveling them in her mouth as fast as she could.

Between bites I gave her some more peas and some banana for good measure.

But then she coughed. But no sound came out. Her eyes bugged and turned red.

"Oh my God, she's choking!" I screamed.

I stood up and took the tray off of her highchair.

"Dad, help, she's choking!"

I unbuckled the straps on the chair.

"Why isn't he coming to help?" I thought. "I don't know how to do this! I didn't take the class! Why isn't he coming?"

And then I realized. I hadn't said a word. I couldn't figure out how to make my mouth work.

"HELP!" I finally managed to get out, as I lifted her.

Dad was there instantly and flipped her onto her tummy and gave her a couple solid whacks on the back.

"Where is the phone? I have to call 911" I thought. And then I saw something fall to the floor. A pea. A green pea. One of the thousands of green peas she's eaten.

"She's ok! She's ok!" Dad flipped her back over and she gasped, then coughed, then took a big sigh of relief.

I think her (understandable) enthusiasm for the cornbread made her mouth dry. I should have realized how fast she was eating and not thrown some more food into her mouth. But thank God for Dad. He was completely calm. He did exactly what needed to be done. We had a long family hug and I had little cry. All was forgotten moments later. But I learned that sometimes time stops.

Saturday, May 23, 2009

Watch out world!

video

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Some days you just want a do-over

I just have to document this day.  Because seriously?  What else are you going to do?

MP woke up with snot plugs.  Yes, snot plugs.  Her nose was absolutely stuffed with snot.  Some salt water nose drops did the trick.

I HAD to go to work, but we were worried about MP, so we decided she would go to daycare and then to an early afternoon doctor's appointment.  Dad would take her by himself (a first for Dad, by the way).

Dad had to stop by Target before work to get a wedding present (a.k.a. gift certificate) for a co-worker.  He walked out to the car and discovered that he had a flat tire.  When I left he was putting the little doughnut tire on.  

I got to daycare and started unloading everything.  I suddenly realized that I hadn't brought any baby food.  MP couldn't eat what they were serving for lunch, so I had to run out and buy baby food and take it back to daycare, then back to the office.  

Dad finally made it to Target and got the gift certificate and a card, but had a hard time getting everyone to sign the card.  On top of that, people started donating, even though he already had bought the gift certificate, in an amount that ended up being more than the certificate itself.  So he had to just add cash to present, otherwise he would have (in his words) "been committing extortion."

Meanwhile, I'm at work having a terrible day.  Just terrible awful no good and rotten.  I wish I could tell you more, but, alas, I cannot.

Dad gets about .1 minutes of work done before going home for lunch and then going to get MP from daycare.  It was a bit of a struggle to keep her entertained at the doctor's office.  Seventy bucks later, the doctor said to keep doing nose drop treatments.  Yay.  

At this point it's 3:30 and I realize that my day is never going to end.  Dad calls and asks if I can pick up MP from daycare.  I reluctantly agree because I really just need to work, but of course so does he.

MP and I walk into the door around 5:00.  As I open the door to the house, MP kind of coughs, and spits up a drop of formula.

"Are you ok?" I ask her.

Seconds later, projectile vomiting all over the floor, me, her, and the kitchen cabinet.  Lovely.

I call Dad to tell him that when he gets home, MP will be in the bath.

Giving a baby a bath alone?  Not very easy.  I finally get her scrubbed up, and Dad comes home.  MP doesn't want to get clothes put back on her, and Dad and I just sit there for a minute while MP crawls around the nursery, naked.  I turn to Dad "I'm just don't have it in me to wrestle with her."  

"I know what you mean."

The fear of cleaning up pee (or worse) from the carpet kicked in and we finally get her dressed, and I cooked dinner.  Dad and I ate while MP ran amok.  When it was finally time for MP to go to bed, she fought tooth and nail.  She was exhausted, but crawling, kicking, squirming, and doing everything in her power to not sleep.

It took about 20 minutes to get her down.

And now?  I'm writing this instead of working.  It's only 9:40, but it feels like 12:40.  

I'd like to have a mulligan.


Hello World

Sorry to be gone so long. No one got swine flu (not even the kid at daycare). MP did get a nasty cold that she has graciously shared with me, it seems. The doctor prescribed salt water nose drops for MP. Let's just say they're not her favorite thing in the world.



This past weekend we travelled to Hot-lanta. I lived in Atlanta for five years before getting married and going to law school. Dad lived there... a long time (how long did it take you to finish college again. (Just kidding... sorta... don't be mad).




On Saturday we visited my alma mater and a few friends from law school who hadn't met MP. They gave me the scoop on how bad things have been in the Atlanta legal market. Friends getting laid off. It's tough. If I had gone to work for the Biglaw firm I had an offer with, there's a very good chance I wouldn't have a job either.


On Sunday we visited some college friends, who also hadn't met MP. After a yummy lunch, and lots of catching up, we met up with all most of the other Harpers, and had lunch at Fogo de Chao. If you have never been... go. Don't eat for several days beforehand.


On Monday, Aunt C graduated from law school. Yay Aunt C! Just what the world needs - more lawyers. Aunt C graduated from a much more prestigious law school than I did, but many in her class are struggling to find jobs. Fortunately Aunt C is going to be just fine in that department.


I promise to upload some pictures later, but I have to get some work done. I was just feeling guilty for the long delay, so I had to post SOMETHING.

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Are you kidding??

Now they're saying probable case of H1N1 at MP's daycare.  The only daycare in Huntsville with a probable case.  Of course.

I solemnly swear never to make fun of bacon again.  

On a lighter note:

Overheard at home

Scene: Watching X-Men on television.

Dad:  If you had a mutant super-power, what would it be?

Me:  I would be able to annoy people into doing what I want them to do.

Dad:  You really ARE a mutant!

Saturday, May 2, 2009

Never mock oinker influenza

**No one has the flu**

But

This morning I had plans to leave MP with Dad and go help at our church's yard sale.  Instead, Dad woke up feeling terrible and apparently running a fever.  Given the N1H1 outbreak, we decided he should go to the doctor, and MP should avoid being exposed to him as much as possible.  Dad showered and drove himself to the urgent care center, I packed a bag for MP and took her to my parents' house.

I then drove back to the urgent care center and waited with Dad.  Turns out he doesn't have the flu, but he did have a really terrible bacterial infection.  Dad got some shots and antibiotics and still feels pretty crappy, but is on the mend.

I mentioned to the doctor that MP has had a runny nose and cough for several days.  Given Dad's diagnosis, he told me to take her to the doctor. 

Since it's a Saturday, that means the emergency room.  I went back to my parents, packed up a pseudo diaper bag, and headed to the pediatric E.R.  [Let me just say that taking the baby to the ER, when there's a flu outbreak, and people wearing masks?  Not my idea of a fun Saturday.]  I explained the situation to them and they did a strep and throat culture.

Strep was negative, so they sent her home with a prescription for saline nose drops.  They will have the culture results in a few days.  In the meantime, the doctor doesn't think she has a bacterial infection.

Which means she has to stay away from Dad.

So, back to my parents.  Where she will stay the night, while I tend to Dad.

Except that now my throat hurts and muscles ache, so I'm just taking some tylenol and going to bed.

I think the germs are out to get us because of that bacon.