Friday, March 12, 2010

This is how we do it...

When I was a sophomore in high school, every day after the final bell rang, kids would drive out of the school parking lot, windows down, so the whole world could hear the same song, every single day: "This is How We Do It" by Montell Jordan. And if you had told me then that 15 years later, I'd be blogging about that song in my baby's blog, I would have cringed. But here I am.

Because every once in a while, it's the song I hear in my head when I'm playing with Hadley and feeling particularly happy about what happens in our house. Like today, I was blowing bubbles in the kitchen. At our house, we blow bubbles in the kitchen. It's who we are. So today, I was singing, "This is How We Do It" to Hadley as I blew bubbles (except that I only know two lines of the whole song, so I just kept repeating myself.) And she looked at me like this:

So I stopped.

But now I'm thinking about how we do things at our house and why. We blow bubbles in the kitchen because it's fun and harmless, and I don't want to be a mama who never does anything fun for fear of ruining something that's replaceable. I want to remember not to trade the chance to make happy memories for the comfort of knowing the floor isn't sticky from bubble suds.

We also dance wildly in front of the big picture window--lately, KC and the Sunshine Band is among our favorite sources for dance music--and hope someone is watching. We are proud of our moves. We swing on the porch swing and stare at the people who walk or drive by. Sometimes we smile, and sometimes we just stare. (Ok, I always smile, but sometimes Hadley is so busy watching someone she forgets to grin.) We hide under the dining table ('cause Hadley likes it under there), and we take long walks in the park and point at every dog we see. Then we laugh at the geese.

We read seven books in a row, until we have to throw them on the floor because we are DONE and ready for the next thing. We check ourselves out in the mirror, and we laugh because if you think about it, reflections are kind of funny, and besides, if you have to look at yourself, wouldn't you like to look at yourself smiling? Might as well.

We eat pears, grapes, cheese, carrots, avocado, waffles, yogurt and oatmeal enthusiastically. (Well, Hadley eats these things enthusiastically and I feel relieved when she eats anything that didn't come from the I guess I am enthusiastic, too.)

We love when people come to visit us, especially if those people are related to us or if they are wearing fabulous, jingly jewelry.

We believe that most things are percussion instruments, and we play them. Who are we kidding? We ROCK them.

We don't always have a clean house; sometimes, Jason and I eat pb&j for dinner; we forget to pick up the dry cleaning for a week or two after it's done; and we almost always have a pile of junk mail that needs to be shredded.

But I am proud of how we do it at our house, how we live this life, how we *almost* always remember that dancing in front of the big picture window is way more important than having properly fluffed pillows on the sofa. We speak honestly, and we love deeply. Every day, we do our best, and we know that our best on some days is better than our best on other days. I have to remember that because I'm prone to berating myself when yesterday's best beat the pants off today's best.

One day, Hadley will be mortified that I wrote a whole blog post inspired by a relatively bad (but catchy) mid-'90s song...and at the moment she feels her mortification, I will break out my well-practiced dance moves and sing at the top of my lungs, "This is how we do it." I can't wait.


  1. This is great :) You know I'm going to have that song in my head all night now, right? :) Love you guys!

  2. Wonderful! The simple little things can be so entertaining! I agree with Crystal, I can't get the song out of my head, but that is okay, because then I can picture you and Hadley in the kitchen with the bubbles, or in front of the big window dancing! Makes me smile :-)