Day 340: Going Native

Lindsay and I barely have any time to talk, much less explain ourselves to each other, so when I heard her upstairs singing the Strawberry Shortcake song, I just yelled, “No!” and she replied with a cheery, “Sorry!” and we went about our business. She wasn’t offended, and I didn’t feel the need to compliment her singing in spite of her choice of material. There was no time to say, “Babe, love your voice, but I can’t hear the goddamn Strawberry Shortcake song again.” I only had the energy to yell, “NO!” as if someone had asked if I liked bleu cheese salad dressing, or the cat was trying to eat my burrito.

Lindsay is completely immersed in kid culture. She’s even started dressing like a child – not a toddler – more like Pippi Longstocking or Punky Brewster. Yesterday she had on a purple hoodie and orange jeans tucked In to long colorful flowery socks. She’s also been wearing short pigtails, eating children’s food, and on numerous occasions I’ve spotted her taking long drinks from one of the kids’ sippy cups.

There’s a term in anthropological research called “going native,” and it’s used to describe a situation where a researcher comes to identify so much with his or her subjects that she gives up her “real” life to live amongst the people she’s been studying.

I’m worried my wife is going native. For the last few nights, Arlo hasn’t gone to bed until past 10:30, thereby preventing us from having any adult time. We woke up with him and went to bed with him. In between, while I was working, she sang songs, read board books, made play dough pizzas, and said, “Really great jumping!” four-hundred times. Without small doses of grown-up reality, I fear she may embrace the culture of our children a bit too much, and lose her already tenuous grip on womanhood. When she has time to herself during the afternoon, she’s frantically organizing our extensive online catalog of family photos like a manic CIA agent desperate to prove a far-fetched theory.

Thankfully, my parents are coming today for 3 weeks which should help relieve some of the potion making, pillow fort building, and fake leaf raking duties, allowing us to concentrate on her re-entry into adult culture. I suspect it might take a few days; she’s coming off a long boat trip to toddler island and will require some time in isolation to shake her sea legs. The first step will be tonight, as I’m sure my father will cook a meal suitable for humans over the age of 11. Tomorrow, I will force her to go hunting and then to a death metal show in the evening. Life is about balance, and it’s my responsibility to load up the other side of the scale for a few days before both of us start wearing velcro shoes.

27 thoughts on “Day 340: Going Native

  • Whitney Petch says:

    NO!!! I reached the end!

    Sorry. I've just spent the last several days at work reading through the whole blog (after clicking a Bloggess link), forwarding like crazy, and enjoying it a ton. But I'm all caught up now, and will only get to have one new post to look forward to daily…

    Oh, well. Thanks so much for a super fun 6 days!

    • I know what you mean Whitney… I did the same thing a few weeks ago- read the whole blog in the span of a few days. Now I have to settle for one new one a day. And some days the posts are later than others and I get all testy until it's posted. :)

      • Ditto. It was a sad day when I got caught up on the entire blog!

  • Haha I totally agree with the short-communication thing… We need half a word to know what the other is saying.

    Want to re-enter your wife to her womanhood? I'm with April! SPA DAY!!! Incl massages, peelings, healthy drinks and a nice restaurant dinner. <3

  • "I only had the energy to yell 'NO!' as if someone had asked if I liked bleu cheese salad dressing, or the cat was trying to eat my burrito."

    Hilarious. Golden. Because its my every day…

  • Get her to a spa! I suggest a mani/pedi/facial combo… Stat!

  • You just described my life with my 2 year old and the two 1 1/2 year olds I babysit. ;-p. I wore punk pajama pants with green apples on them as pants around the house Friday ;-)

    Thanks for the great posts!

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