Monday, March 1, 2010
Introducing Indiana Jones
Where to start? In my quest to keep our home as free of commercialism as possible, I failed to give Super Hubby the memo that his Lego Star Wars and Lego Indiana Jones for the Xbox should not be played in front of The Little.
In all fairness, these two games are relatively harmless as far as video games go - and The Little was introduced to the games during one of my down periods, in which I was recovering from a back injury and Super Hubby was trying to keep him entertained and quiet.
But now my child is OBSESSED with Indiana Jones and Star Wars. OBSESSED.
So much so that a week ago I awoke from a nap we took together with his sweet little hands pressed firmly on either side of my face, his eyes intent on mine. "Mama!" He whispered. "Dadda home? Dadda Jones hat? Please Jones hat?" Which in toddler speak translated into, "When is daddy getting home and bringing me my Indiana Jones hat?"
Hmmm. As far as I know, we hadn't made any promises of an Indiana Jones hat. But it didn't seem to matter much. He was positive that Dadda was going to bring him home an Indiana Jones hat.
And when that didn't happen? Hysteria. Pure, unadulterated hysteria.
For the past week, anytime he sees someone in a fedora, or even a cowboy hat for that matter, the excited chatter starts. "Mama! Jones hat! See mama! Jones hat!"
And it doesn't end there. He found a leather craft strip in my pile of supplies and it has served as his "Jones whip." We've kindly reminded him again and again that Indiana Jones only uses his whip outdoors.
There are worse characters to idolize I suppose than an educated college professor who likes to spend time outdoors exploring the world.
So today, while I was at the thrift store looking for silk ties (I'll reference these ties again in the near future - keep your eyes open), we found the perfect Indiana Jones hat. For fifty cents and hours of pure joy I couldn't turn him down. He's been inseparable from his hat all day. And shortly before we left the thrift store he picked up a long leather belt - a Jones whip to round up all those "bad guys, Mama!"
It makes you realize though, how slowly and surely commercialism creeps into our lives though, doesn't it? My almost 3 year old already knows who Indiana Jones is. He gets the concept of good and bad guys. He's choosing to emulate the good ones.
I'll consider it a parenting triumph and plan for hours of outdoor Indiana Jones creativity this summer. Running, whooping, climbing, digging, and bad guy getting.
Making the best of it,