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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, June 25, 2011

You Put WHAT On?

No, really, this is me in a bikini.
I swear.
The other day I did two things that shocked me, both related.  The first is I went into Old Navy and I purchased a bikini.  That's right, I bought an article of clothing I have not worn in over 15 years.  And for good reason.  The second is that I put it on.  And wore it most of the afternoon.  Seriously.

Generally I am of the opinion that women over 12 should not wear bikinis.  Because if you look good in it after that age, you suck.  And if you don't, well, I don't want to see it.  I have strictly adhered to this philosophy.  Tankinis are fine if you're in your teens or twenties.  After 30 it should be strictly mu-mus.  Particularly if you have had kids.  I don't care if you are Giselle.  Well, fine, if you are Giselle wear the bikini but know that the rest of us loathe you.  And totally call me--we should have a drink sometime, as I would love Patriots tickets.  But about the bikini: don't.

So, why did I deviate?  Well, for starters I have been spending a lot of time outside with the munchkin.  And the thing is, the sun feels REALLY good on your body, especially when you haven't seen it in a while.  Even though I slather on the sunscreen, as I have mentioned, just feeling it is awesome.  And so I decided that a bikini was necessary.  I wore the shirt over it for a while, then I realized that nobody but my kid could see me.  And he didn't give a crap what I was wearing, as long as he could play in the sprinkler.  Alarmingly, he did figure out how to untie the top pretty quickly--are guys just born with that knowledge???  Anyway, my point is, I took the plunge.  It wasn't pretty, but it was kind of fun.

I guess I recommend going out on a limb in your backyard.  After a while I even pretended I looked good.  Who knows--maybe you and the fam will end up doing the slip and slide naked.  Um, if you do, please don't tell me about it.  But have some fun this summer.  Do "wild and crazy" things.  Been a while since you've been wild and crazy, yes?  So go for it.  Live life on the edge.  And in a bikini.
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