ke$ha in the nursery

the moments pass so fast.  i have forgotten thousands of them... but this one i want to make sure we remember.

we are in ali's room, with her tall rice paper lamp softly glowing against pale pink and brown walls. i am in the rocking chair, and he is laying on his back on the floor beside the crib, and she is crying and crying until her little cheeks are pink and there are actual tears collecting in the corners of her eyes.  she is fed and changed and warm and smells baby-good, and who knows what's wrong?  we exchange glances over her distraught head - i guess we've all had bad days for no good reason. 

but then, his eyes light up and he rolls over and dashes down the stairs, returning a moment later with his macbook.  'she loves this,' he says with certainty.  'this'll do the trick.'  suddenly, ridiculously loud terrible pop music is blaring from the changing table and my husband is dancing like a fool, arms in the air, singing along. 

my daughter is now...quiet.  done crying.  and in a second i am up, too, holding her and gyrating and cracking myself up.  the song ends, ali wimpers, and lady gaga starts it up again and we are going crazy, bumping into each other in the tiny soft space of her room.  before the second song is over, baby girl is asleep and we are both smiling. 

it was beautiful and ridiculous, and i hope i remember it forever,