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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....

Monday, March 14, 2011

Nanny Heaven

Hi folks!  First, my apologies to those of you who contacted me about missing Sound-Off Sunday.  We were having technical difficulties...

Second, today's post is about the amazing, wonderful revelation I found this weekend.  I found the world's most perfect nanny.  She's smart, she's fun, and my son adores her.  She's terrific at putting up with me and my disaster of a house, and is all-around adored by all who have met her.  Seriously, the woman is Nanny McFabulous.  The problem?  Her "day" job is being a lawyer. 

Sad.  What is it with people not following their true calling?  In short, I asked this friend as a huge favor to babysit this weekend.  And needless to say, it went well.  My kid was over the moon.  I was almost jealous as he gazed lovingly at her and showed her all of his fun toys that they could play with.  He was in heaven.  Me?  I only called once and didn't worry the entire evening.  I knew that they were having a blast.  And they did.  He has some fantastic babysitters, but sadly they are in the same category--sitter by night, something "professional" by day.

I, of course, will not be overtly encouraging her to leave her lucrative (relatively) job that she studied years for, merely to come and make my life easier.  Ok, I actually am--I happen to know she reads this.  But all joking aside, what is with all the good ones being gone?  It's like high-school all over again and the perfect sitter or nanny is the quarterback who happens to be hot and not a jerk.  AND of course is taken.  Are we doomed to relive the "search" over and over again?  We found the mate.  We found the house.  We found the kid.  And still we get teased.  Sad.  Nanny, wherever you are, know that you have "backup" should the legal field ever suck.  More than it does.  We'll wait for you.
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