Dream Team

Having a baby is pretty neat. But I had wanted to accomplish a few more things before this new creature arrived. Mainly... graduate. get back into shape. pay off some student loans (not that we weren't expecting to be paying those for the rest of our life). But most importantly, um, PASS THE BAR EXAM.

Well I've decided that if all goes well, I'm going to try for the bar this July. Anyone who knows anything about babies or the bar thinks this is absolutely crazy. And the naysayers have been plenty. The bar course staff attorney flatly told me, "this is a really bad idea." The lactation specialist lectured me, "remember, babies are not accessories to life."

I'm pretty sure if I do this, it may be one of the hardest things I've ever done in my not-so-hard life so far. But as my mom puts it, I want to "follow my heart" and at least try. Though really, none of this could be remotely possible if I didn't have a family who understood and supported all my extreme endeavors. They will be taking over all things baby while I study for two months.

So let me introduce this Dream Team... everyone really should get themselves one of these.



We call him Mister chern. He wishes he could eat steak all the time and likes to sing "we are family" in the mornings.



The boss. Momma chern has taken over my life and has a key to our apartment. Enough said.



We call her the cheapster. She has yet to give me a decent two-line explanation of what occupational therapists do, but at least I'd like to take credit for her fashion sense.



Self-proclaimed manager of all the baby's future toys. She thinks this pregnancy is taking ridiculously too long and is seriously disappointed it's going to be a boy. And yes, that is her SITTING in the crib.