Before Baby Girl Comes

As the time for Baby Girl approaches, I've been feeling more and more reflective. I told AJ that a few days ago, I looked for something in an old purse and found a diaper and wipes and had that wonderful feeling come over me just how blessed I am to have babies in my life. I love it so much.

Late yesterday afternoon I asked Amanda if she and Curtis wanted to have a date because I'd so happily keep that boy of theirs. They took me up on it and by the time Jackson got to Bibby's house, I'd erected a tent in the middle of the floor (made out of chairs and a big bed spread) and had a home-made track for our Hot Wheels coming out of it like a long tongue. After we played a while, we sat, he and I, at the dinner table and ate supper (macaroni and cheese and the world's best white cake leftover from Baby Girl's LPM shower - but we didn't exactly eat them in that order. Don't tell mommy.) I took in everything about him last night. Every word he said. Every expression he made. Before we know it, there will be two to share our attentions and we can hardly wait but it's still so good to have a moment and reflect on this one little dude and the huge impact he's had on three families.

Lord have mercy. He's such a boy. Three years ago, he turned our girly Moore-lives upside down and we've been drunk on him ever since. I remember when Amanda first began entertaining that she might want to have children but one thing she knew for sure: they'd need to be girls. Only girls. She couldn't handle...that other kind. Then we found out about four and a half months into her first pregnancy that she was having a man-child. I was ecstatic! It was about time for some more Testosterone around here. She was happy about the prospect by then and Curtis was completely beside himself. I remember Amanda having a dream some days later that a nurse came to her with a baby wrapped in pink and said, "Mrs. Jones, we have your baby now. You can trade back in that baby boy." And she said what you think she said. Not on your ever loving life. She was hooked.

Tonight my full-term darling firstborn is going with her man and her nearly 3 year-old son to the Monster Truck show. (Yes, with earphones for protection and extra wraps. Please don't make her more overprotective than she already is!) This will undoubtedly be the best night thus far of Jackson Curtis Jones' entire life. He could practically say Monster Truck before he could say Mommy. Slight exaggeration but I have never seen a little boy more obsessed with vehicles in my life. I, the slowest driver in the entire Gulf Coast and the leading cause of road rage in America (per my daughters), have been known to break the sound barrier just to catch up with a truck I knew he'd want to see. "Go faster, Bibby! Faster!" So I put the pedal to at least 45 mph of metal just to make that boy squeal.

Of course, the men could go to the Monster Truck show without Amanda but she'll have nothing of the kind. To be honest, I wish I were going myself. But could you imagine my hair afterward? Don't you think the noise could do follicle damage?

Amanda, on this eve-season before Baby Girl blesses our lives with every shade of pink, I want you to know that you have been a fabulous boy's mom. I will treasure for the rest of my life seeing cars in your purse every time you open it to get out your wallet. I know all the times you've nearly gotten your hind-end stuck, crawling into the playground equipment to make sure your wild little man wasn't killing himself. And all the while your friends with girls got to actually finish their conversations. He is an incredible little boy. So full of life. And, yes, I know, such a handful. You're not imagining things. He is a whole lot of person. A whole lot of delightful person.

Curtis Jones has been one of the best dad's I've ever seen in my life, but, young lady, I want you to hear your mother say this loud and clear: YOU HAVE BEEN A TERRIFIC MOM TO THAT UNSTOPPABLE LITTLE FORCE WE CALL JACKSON JONES. Great job. G-R-E-A-T J-O-B.

Now that I've got that off my chest, let's have us a girl. Feel anything at all?? A single little cramp? Like every five minutes?

PS. Tomorrow's Scripture memory day, Siestas! Have yours ready and look for that post.