I'm Lindsay Ferrier, a Nashville writer with a passion for family travel, exploring Tennessee, and raising kids without losing my mind in the process. This is where I share my discoveries, along with occasional deep thoughts, pop culture tangents and a sprinkling of snark. Want to get in touch? Use the CONTACT form at the top of the page.
December 31, 2005
>It’s well documented that when a man and woman have a baby together, sex goes out the window.
The blame is usually placed on lack of sleep, post-partum body issues, or an inability to find a time in which the baby isn’t awake or sleeping between the couple. But I would argue that another factor is responsible for The Big Chill.
Baby talk.
When I spend an entire day taking care of a toddler, my diction takes a nosedive. And lately, I’m finding it harder and harder to transition back into Adult-Speak when my husband gets home. A few examples….
BB (That’s Before Baby, for you neophytes): Honey, it’s time for dinner! We’re having Chicken Pot Pie and vegetables.
AB: Are you hung-wee? Hung-wee? Here’s some chick chick! Mmmmm! And brockly! Yum yum!
BB: Hey can you take out the trash?
AB: Ooooh, something stinky! Its a mess! Out! Out! Tash!
Eee-yeah. There’s nothing sexy about Baby Talk. Nothing at all. Particularly in those moments when it’s just the two of us and all of the children have gone to bed.
BB: Pour a glass of wine, darling. I’m going to slip into something a little more comfortable. I’ll be right back.
AB: Mommy go poo poo in the potty.
It’s so bad, in fact, that I’ve all but forgotten the sexy speak that won my husband over in the first place. In the unlikely event that I manage to squelch the baby talk, I inexplicably start spouting seductive dialogue worthy only of a a 50s-era b-movie. Worse, in our sordid bedroom scene, I generally have the man’s lines.
“Come over to my place, Shweetheart, and give me a little sugar,” I’ll say, turning off my Itty Bitty Book Light.
“Um, I’m right beside you,” my husband says warily in the dark.
“I’m ready to find out what goes ‘bump’ in the night,” I continue, undaunted.
Hubs is not one to let an opportunity pass him by. But as things heat up, the one-liners keep bubbling unbidden from my mouth.
“Hey sailor, looks like you found some pirate’s booty…”
He manages to ignore that one.
“Lookie lookie lookie, here comes nookie!”
Hubs can’t help but snort, but quickly regains his, erm, composure.
“Oh Lord, I thanky for this hanky panky!”
“All right, STOP!” Hubs says, desperately stifling a laugh. “What’s with the one-liners? You’re spoiling the mood!”
“I’m sorry,” I giggle helplessly. “I don’t know what gets into me.”
More accurately, I don’t know what’s coming out of me.
So far, Hubs has forgiven both my toddler babble and my shameful sex talk, but surely at some point, he’ll question his ardor for a woman who looks like the girl he married, but talks like a cross between a perverted Teletubbie and Humphrey Bogart in The Red Shoe Diaries. And then it will only be a matter of time before he takes up golf, buys an Xbox 360 and reconfigures his downtime into a schedule befitting a proper suburban husband.
But these are worries for another day. Right now, I’ve got to put the baby to bed.
And then I’m going to see a man about popping my cork.
Happy New Year’s Eve, everyone.
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>Happy New Year!
>So…instead of Tinky-Winky, you’re Hanky-Panky?Happy Happy New Year, L!
>Have a great New Years boinky woinky ;)Michele sent me.
>No worries…you regain your sanity by the time your kid turns 21…Here via Michele’s :)Happy New Year!
>*laughing out loud*Happy New Year!
>I tried to think of something clever to say here, but I can’t. I’m just laughing too hard at your 50s one-liners.I have a new one for you–“Whatza, hoppenin…hot stuff?” (Long Duck Dong, 16 Candles)
>Honestly, I don’t think SD sould care WHAT I said as long as I was there & willing. But, you know…Happy 2006 Lucinda!!
>*grin*How funny. So true! I have popped over from Raehan’s site as you posted a comment that made me smile, as I just this week, did a post on the same particular subject.Have a very happy 2006 Lucinda. I’ll be back.
>You are such a goofball.I’m not sure how you manage to have any sex life at all. Toddlers are bad enough, but my teenagers really cut into my bedroom time. Thank God they finally left for college.
>lol!!!happy new year, enjoy your boy toy;)
>I used to mock my in-laws for referring to each other as ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad.’ But now I find myself calling my husband ‘Daddy.’ When the kids are not around. Which is just wrong.Happy New Year!
>Hope you got to all of the bases last night 😉 Happy New Year Lucinda:) xo
>I hear ya. My husband asked me where I was going a couple of days ago when I stepped out of the living room. I actually told him that “I’m going to pee pee on the potty.” I didn’t even realize I’d said it until an hour later.Happy New Year!
>LOL,oh heavens…. good to know I anot the only one.Happy New Year… hope you’ll be getting some, and a lot of it!
>About a year ago, I stood in a crowded airport and told my husband that I had to go “potty.”Happy New Year, you talented you. Can’t wait to see what the new year has in store for Lucinda.
>You’re too funny – no wonder I see you on so many blogrolls! Happy New Year!