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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....

Saturday, March 26, 2011

A Toy Story

In case you cannot tell, in the past I rarely denied myself any tangible good that I wanted.  It was a rare occasion when I went "oooh, I want that!" and didn't (even if it took a few paychecks later) buy "that."  Ah, those were the days.  As a result, I have a LOT of crap littering my house.  But it was an impulse that made me happy and I indulged.

So...fast-forward.  I now have an adorable little kid for whom I would do absolutely anything.  You see where I am going with this?  I have the most insane urges to buy him EVERYTHING.  He couldn't care less.  Seriously, the kid is happier playing with boxes and water jugs than with the toys that I get him.  But I can't stop myself!  Even if it's something that makes him go "ooh!" just once, it's completely worth the $30 here and there.  And I can't stop.  Despite a significant cut-back in funds, what I do have I end up spending on toys.

The bigger issue?  His birthday is near.  It's a big birthday and I am quite certain that I am going to end up going completely insane.  I even thought about imposing on friends and family a "no gift zone."  The amount of "stuff" in my house is overwhelming.  I have bills piling up.  And he doesn't care what he's playing with, as long as he can drive it around the house going "vrooooommmmm."  And so, dear readers, HOW DO I STOP?  Does it require an intervention of sorts?  Do I need meds?  How do I keep myself (and others) from going nuts and bombarding this kid with unnecessary toys and things?
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