Me & JP, V is for Villager…

IMG_1766JP is our youngest grandson who turned five in September. He and his mom and dad lived with us while they were building their house a year ago. Though they’ve moved into their new house now, we still get to pick him up from preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays and spend the afternoon with him. Next year he’ll be in kindergarten all day. He’s so full of fun and remarkably wise for his years!

For Blogging A to Z, I’ll be sharing some of our many conversations over the last few years.  I hope you enjoy.

We decide to take our old, arthritic dog for a walk because he just loves it and really, what else does he have to look forward to in life anymore?  He’s almost 15 and he wears a diaper at night…

JP:  Nana, want to pretend we’re two old villagers taking our dog for a walk?

Me:  Okay, sure.  What village are we from?

JP:  I think it’s Scottsdale.  (Okay, now, I’m guessing there are some old villagers in Scottsdale, but I’m confused, LOL!)

Me:  Are you sure you mean Scottsdale?  That’s a city in Arizona.  Where lots of, uhm, older people go when they retire.

JP:  No, I meant that place they show on Mickey sometimes.  They have a castle.

Me:  Oh, maybe you meant Scotland?

JP:  Yes, that’s it!

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Me & JP, U is for Underpants…

IMG_1766JP is our youngest grandson who turned five in September. He and his mom and dad lived with us while they were building their house a year ago. Though they’ve moved into their new house now, we still get to pick him up from preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays and spend the afternoon with him. Next year he’ll be in kindergarten all day. He’s so full of fun and remarkably wise for his years!

For Blogging A to Z, I’ll be sharing some of our many conversations over the last few years.  I hope you enjoy.

Last week on the one day it was actually not raining, snowing or below 40 degrees, we took JP to the park.  He still loves it and always wants someone to swing with him.  So I’m swinging next to him on the big boy swings now and he just needs a push and then pumps as high as he can go.

JP:  Look, Nana, I’m flying like a plane.  Or a bird.  Wait, I know something from Captain Underpants.

Me:  I don’t think I ever saw that movie.  What part do you mean?

JP:  Some people are on a bus and they say, “It’s a bird.  It’s a plane.  It’s a chicken salad sandwich.”  And it IS a chicken salad sandwich!  Flying in the air!  (Wherein, much giggling ensues!  And we chant it over and over as we swing in the sort of nice, almost Spring like weather…)

Me & JP, T is for Train…

IMG_1766JP is our youngest grandson who turned five in September. He and his mom and dad lived with us while they were building their house a year ago. Though they’ve moved into their new house now, we still get to pick him up from preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays and spend the afternoon with him. Next year he’ll be in kindergarten all day. He’s so full of fun and remarkably wise for his years!

For Blogging A to Z, I’ll be sharing some of our many conversations over the last few years.  I hope you enjoy.

This is a conversation I overheard while Papa and JP are in the basement of JP’s new house watching a movie on TV.  JP is playing with his toys in the corner.  He always likes to arrange his toys in neat rows (hello, the Papas and Daddy are engineers!) and has made a line of them between him and Papa.

Papa:  That’s a nice train, Buddy.

JP:  It’s not a train, Papa.  It’s a fence to protect us from bad guys.

Papa:  Oh, sorry, my mistake!

JP:  That’s okay, Papa.  Everybody makes mistakes…

 

Me & JP, S is for Sleepover…

JP is our youngest grandson who turned five in September. IMG_1763He and his mom and dad lived with us while they were building their house a year ago. Though they’ve moved into their new house now, we still get to pick him up from preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays and spend the afternoon with him. Next year he’ll be in kindergarten all day. He’s so full of fun and remarkably wise for his years!

For Blogging A to Z, I’ll be sharing some of our many conversations over the last few years.  I hope you enjoy.

JP:  Nana, can I sleepover pretty soon?  I haven’t been over for a sleepover in a really long time.  I’ve only had like three sleepovers.  And one time I threw up!  (He did and you can read about that here!)

Me:  I know you’ve stayed over more than three times!  And what about the time you stayed here while your house was being built?  That was like hundreds of sleepovers and you even had your own room!

JP:  Nana, it’s not a sleepover if Mom and Dad are there!

(So, of course, he’s sleeping over tonight because who could say no?) 🙂

Me & JP, R is for Restaurant…

JP is our youngest grandson who turned five in September. IMG_1763He and his mom and dad lived with us while they were building their house a year ago. Though they’ve moved into their new house now, we still get to pick him up from preschool on Tuesdays and Thursdays and spend the afternoon with him. Next year he’ll be in kindergarten all day. He’s so full of fun and remarkably wise for his years!

For Blogging A to Z, I’ll be sharing some of our many conversations over the last few years.  I hope you enjoy.

My grandson loves to play restaurant and we have plastic dishes and cups and glasses and he has a pot and spoons to pretend cook with, sometimes even pterodactyl!  But one evening when his mom and dad were over with him he decided that all the grown ups should sit around the table and he would take our orders and bring us our meals, just like all the restaurants he’s been to… maybe too many!

JP:  And what would you like to eat, ma’am?

Me:  I would like a cheeseburger, I think.

(He looks to Mom for confirmation and she whispers, “Cow.”)

JP:  Papa, what would you like to eat?

Papa:  I will have chicken.

JP:  Can you share with Mom cause I only have one chicken?

Papa:  Oh, sure, that’s fine.

(I didn’t realize at first, but it’s a carve your own dinner, because this is what we got, his Fischer Price farm animals.  And he presented each meal with a flourish.)

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JP:  Well, good luck!  What?  (Hiding smiles, Mom whispers something in his ear.) Oh, I mean, enjoy!

I would not wish to return to a restaurant where they brought my food and said, “good luck,” LOL!