New addition, new plans, new dynamic

Today, we decided to take the girls for Becca's 20-week check up because we knew that this was when we would first be able to find out the gender of our new little one.  We had been prepping them all day reminding them that the baby would look a little funny on the screen and we would have to really pay attention to be able to pick out its features.  Becca asked the girls this morning what they thought the baby would be.

Sample conversation with Lydia (19 mo.):
Becca: Lyd, do you think we are going to have a boy or a girl?
Lydia: Girl
B: Lyd, do you think it will be a girl or a boy?
L: Boy
B: Do you want to have a little sister or brother?
L: Bru-ba
B: Is it going to be a brother or a sister?
L: sister

If you didn't figure out Lydia is really into repeating the last thing we say at this point!  We had also determined that Nadia didn't really care one way or another either although of late she seemed to respond more times that she was hopeful for a sister.  I'm just grateful she didn't want a dog.  Now that would have been a miracle!

At first the baby was not being very cooperative.  Every time the technician would get close to the "identity zone" the baby would move or shift just enough so we couldn't get a clear shot.  But, eventually we got the view that we needed to determine beyond a shadow of doubt that we are having another little girl!  Nadia and Lydia both left the office with their very own "1st pictures."  Julia Drew Jones is anticipated to arrive in October between the birthdays of our other two.  That will be a busy and fantastic month!  Nad and Lyd got to hear her heartbeat and we are pleased to say she looks great and measures right on time!

Now, the preparation begins: new room assignments?, bed options, and the excitement of preparing for little girl #3.  Speaking of little girl #3, Becca and I will be reviewing the playbook as we move from man-to-man defense to zone coverage.  Any tips on college/wedding savings plans are greatly appreciated.

I may have to get that dog afterall just to bring up the testosterone level in the house!

Moms and Holidays

There is one common thread among all of my favorite memories of holidays: family.  As a young boy I loved going to my grandparents for Thanksgiving and Christmas while joining with 6 aunts and uncles, 6 cousins, and other relatives from my grandfathers side of the family.  The boys, of which I was the youngest, would go outside and play some kind of sport whether it be basketball, baseball, football, or golf while the girls, well...I don't know what they did.  These events most often took place at my grandparent's house but sometimes would be at our house or another aunt and uncle.  At the center of every family get together was a large meal attributed to all the families and generally prepared by the aunts and Mema.

As we got older the cousins got married and their spouses were added to the mix and not too long after that we all started having kiddos of our own.  In recent years the "whole" family has only gotten together during the moments of sadness, the passing of our matriarch "Mema", and most recently the death of my own mother.  Such is life.  We all grow up.  We get busy with our lives and time moves on.  Not to worry, we do still get together albeit not all at the same time.  Just this past weekend I saw my mom's two brothers and their wives, 1 cousin, and 2 of another cousin's children.  Of course we "see" each other on Facebook and do our best to keep up with all the happenings.

As I think about all these things and the holiday season coming up I am painfully reminded of a huge hole in my heart and a big difference that will be felt this year.  You see, this is a year of firsts.  From now to next July each event will labeled as the first _______ since mama died.  I always looked forward to pulling up to the house and walking through the front door, finding my mom usually in the kitchen, and giving her a big hug as she pulled herself away from whatever the next meal or project was.  I will always remember the way she played with my Nadia.  I was looking forward to watching her continue to do so as she would spoil my children as all good grandparents are supposed to do.  (I had another grandparent explain to me the other day that it was in the fine print of the grandparent contract!)  One of the things that brought me the most grief at her passing was that my children would not know their Gamma.  I am pleased to say that at least for now Nadia will still name her in our family picture at my and Becca's wedding.

Mama made the holidays special.  Whether it was decorating the tree with her as a kid, or all the special treats she made for the family get togethers, or the way she hid our Christmas presents from herself so well that we may not get them until Easter!  There is no way that we will be able to fill that void this holiday season or ever.  But, I know this: we will make every effort to keep her memory alive through the telling of stories, the keeping up of traditions, and the attempting to make her recipes (which I know is a challenge as following a written recipe to a "T" will not produce the nuanced meals that she actually made, just ask the key lime pie that brought me to tears because it just wasn't the same).

We all miss you, Mama!  Dance, jump, and sing, and say, "hey" to Jesus for me.