When I found out I was pregnant, I was most excited about the prospect of shopping for baby furniture (as you can see, I really thought this one through). The idea of putting together a nursery from scratch was thrilling. What style did I want? What theme? What wood grain? So many delightful questions and an entire 9 (well, 10, really) months to answer them. Heaven!
I now have a friend, Mindy*, who is expecting her first child this spring. Mindy also lives in Chicago and has the same shopping mentality as I--if it's too over-the-top, too expensive and/or too beautiful, buy without question. Which is perhaps why we're both broke. But recently, while shopping online for her nursery furniture, Mindy came up with a brilliant suggestion for furniture shopping in the city. This suggestion will require a background story, however, for those of you living in more...hospitable...places than Chicago.
*Names have been changed to protect the fact that she has never been "innocent" a day in her life.
You see, when Chicago has winter storms with large amounts of snow, a ritual takes place among city-dwellers who are sans-garages. Before leaving their snowed-in street parking, these urban miners must first dig themselves out of the snow bank in which the car is encased. Mind you, it's an often-grueling, time-consuming process. Where the story gets interesting is when such locals then feel a certain "bond" with their spot. They feel that the fact that they put so much effort into a parking space entitles them to the space, forever. No, really. Oftentimes in such situations, you will see Mr./ Ms. Snowblower place in the soon vacant parking spot an item of furniture. You see where I am going with this. Such items are frequently of the lawn-chair persuasion. Occasionally, however, you will get a nice CD tower or even a table.
As you have likely guessed, Mindy's brilliant idea is to prowl the streets for nursery furniture. Sure, you may have to mix-and-match when it comes to the style and design. But for the price, it can't be beat. Plus it instills in our children both a thriftiness and a love for recycling when we tell them the story of that Miami Dolphins lamp shade and how it came to be theirs. Helping the environment and helping ourselves--just a day in the life of a city parent.
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In the movie Lost in Translation there is a scene in which Bill Murray's character explains that, upon having your first child, "your life as you know it is gone...never to return." The movie has been one of my favorites for years. I just wish that I had known he meant my life.
In early 2010, I gave birth to the world's most perfect child. (Is there a parent who doesn't think his/her child is the world's most perfect?) In addition to being beautiful, he is brilliant and sweet and funny and hands-down the best thing that will ever happen to me. This kid is my entire world. I had somehow suspected through most of my life that he would be, which is why I fought very hard to have him. But about the post-childbirth apocalypse, I had absolutely no clue.
To say things have changed would be misleading. EVERYTHING has changed. Most of it has been good--some not so great--but everything is without a doubt different. And now the world changes once again. My little family and I find ourselves journeying from the big city to beautiful, calm Montana. Will the change be for the better? As with anything, the answer is sometimes "yes," sometimes "no," and always sought with massive quantities of hope. Come with me as I navigate the roads from fast-paced, big-city lawyer to Montana Momhood. Is there a line that can be walked? We'll see. But I can guarantee, at a minimum, it will be an adventurous road trip....
In early 2010, I gave birth to the world's most perfect child. (Is there a parent who doesn't think his/her child is the world's most perfect?) In addition to being beautiful, he is brilliant and sweet and funny and hands-down the best thing that will ever happen to me. This kid is my entire world. I had somehow suspected through most of my life that he would be, which is why I fought very hard to have him. But about the post-childbirth apocalypse, I had absolutely no clue.
To say things have changed would be misleading. EVERYTHING has changed. Most of it has been good--some not so great--but everything is without a doubt different. And now the world changes once again. My little family and I find ourselves journeying from the big city to beautiful, calm Montana. Will the change be for the better? As with anything, the answer is sometimes "yes," sometimes "no," and always sought with massive quantities of hope. Come with me as I navigate the roads from fast-paced, big-city lawyer to Montana Momhood. Is there a line that can be walked? We'll see. But I can guarantee, at a minimum, it will be an adventurous road trip....
Wednesday, February 16, 2011
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