Category Archives: Me & JP

Me and JP, Conversations with a 4 and 1/2 year-old…

20160816_12453220160816_12440020160816_124417_001JP is my now 4 and 1/2 year-old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog lived with us while their new house was being built.  One of the best things about having them here was spending time talking with him.  It makes me hopeful for the next generation.  He is so wise and so much fun!   You can find all my Me & JP stories here.

 

 

My son had come to pick JP up Thursday afternoon and for some reason we got to talking about our first dog, Rusty.  He was a Great Dane/Black Lab mix with various other breeds in there, too, probably.  We had him from a few months old until he died of complications from bone cancer when he was about 12 and 1/2.  He was the biggest baby, sweet and gentle, and weighed about 90 pounds.

Me: When Uncle Dave was little, he would sit by the front door to wait for the school bus to pick him up.  And Rusty would wait with him.

JP: Why, Nana?

Me: Well, we could look out the window by the door for when the bus got there.   Rusty would get so excited and wag his tail like crazy when the bus came.  Uncle Dave had to be careful and not let Rusty get too close.  One time Rusty knocked the glasses right off his face with his tail.

JP:  Rusty had glasses???

 

Me & JP, Conversations With a 4 Year Old…

20160816_12453220160816_12440020160816_124417_001JP is my 4-year-old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog lived with us while their new house was being built.  One of the best things about having them here was spending time talking with him.  It makes me hopeful for the next generation.  He is so wise and so much fun!   You can find all my Me & JP stories here.

Me:  Nana L has something to do next Wednesday so you’re going to come by our house.  Do you want to stay overnight Tuesday after we pick you up from preschool?

JP:  Sure.  Which Tuesday, Nana?

Me:  Next week, after Easter.

JP:  But, Nana, Tuesday doesn’t come after Easter.  Monday comes after Easter.

Me:  Ah, okay, that’s true.  I meant the Tuesday after the Monday after Easter!

JP:  You’re not always right, are you, Nana?

Me & JP, Conversations with a 4 Year Old, March Madness Edition…

20160816_12453220160816_12440020160816_124417_001JP is my 4-year-old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog lived with us while their new house was being built.  One of the best things about having them here was spending time talking with him.  It makes me hopeful for the next generation.  He is so wise and so much fun!   You can find all my Me & JP stories here.

Every year one of my brothers runs an NCAA bracket pool for the family at ESPN.  There’s a small entry fee, but honestly, it’s more about bragging rights.  I don’t usually watch college basketball and know nothing about how to pick the teams, but I rarely pass up a chance to be in a pool.  Because then I have a reason to watch the games!

So this year I asked JP if he wanted to help me pick my bracket for the pool.  After we cleared up the misconception that college men would be playing basketball games in swimming pools.  Much giggling ensued.  It’s easy to forget how literal four-year olds can be…

I read off the two teams and he told me which he liked.  I believe we took all the Virginia teams, because that’s where my sister lives and he likes to visit.  And she has a pool.  He picked the Florida teams because that’s where Daddy travels on business.

Me:  Minnesota or Middle Tennessee?

JP:  Minnesota, cause I like soda.  (Giggles.)

Me:  Butler or Winthrop?

JP:  Butler, cause I like butts, too!  (Lots of giggles.)

Me:  Duke or Florida?  (I always pick Duke.  And this year they might win it all!)

JP:  Florida.

Me:  But don’t you want Duke?  It’s our last name!

JP:  Florida.  Cause that’s where daddy goes.

So, that’s our strategy.  Can’t be worse than who I picked last year!

Me & JP, Conversations with a 4 Year Old — The One About Throw Up…

20160816_12453220160816_12440020160816_124417_001JP is my 4-year-old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog lived with us while their new house was being built.  One of the best things about having them here was spending time talking with him.  It makes me hopeful for the next generation.  He is so wise and so much fun!   You can find all my Me and JP stories here.

Sometime around 12:30 p.m. Friday night.  JP is having a sleepover at our house and is in the guest room, where he usually sleeps.  My son, David, whose room is next to the guest room,  comes to our room and says JP is calling me…

JP:  Nana, didn’t you hear me calling you?

Me:  Baby, I’m so sorry, I didn’t.

JP:  I threw up, Nana, I’m sorry…  (Poor baby, he sure did!  On the bed, the pillows, himself – thank goodness for waterproof mattress pads and washable foam pillows.  Miraculously, his stuffed foxes that he sleeps with every night did not take a hit…)

Me:   Oh, honey, don’t worry, it’s okay.  Nobody means to throw up, you couldn’t help it.  Come here by me.

JP:  No, Nana, don’t hug me.  You’ll get your nightgown full of throw up.

Me:  Ah, okay, well, can you take your pajamas off?

JP:  NO, I don’t want to touch them!

Me:  Honey, I’ll help you.  How does your tummy feel now?

JP:  It feels lots better, Nana.  Oh, wait, I think I might have to throw up more.  (And he does…)

JP:  What is that stuff?

Me:  I’d say it’s your dinner from last night.  Why don’t you lay down in Papa’s computer room while I change the sheets on the bed?

JP:  Nana, how am I going to fall asleep if I have to keep throwing up??

(After the sheets are changed, I lay down with him and he does fall asleep by about 2 a.m.  Unfortunately, he sleeps like a starfish, so I go back to my room at 2:30 so we can both get some rest…)

 

This morning, about 7:30 a.m. 

Me:  How do you feel this morning?  Maybe I should text Mommy and Daddy…

JP:  I feel good.  You can text them later, after we have McDonald’s for breakfast.

Me:  Oh, baby, I don’t think so.  Maybe some toast?

JP:  I don’t feel  hungry right now.   Papa made me some tea with honey.

Me:  Okay, just take a few spoonfuls and see how it goes.

JP:  I think I’m going to throw up again.  (And he does…)

Me:  I think I’ll just text Mommy and Daddy now.

JP:  Can we have McDonald’s next time when I don’t throw up?

Me:  That sounds perfect!

I’m doing laundry and having a tough time getting the smell out of some things like his jammies.  Someone suggested a mix of 2 cups hydrogen peroxide, 2 t. baking soda and a few drops dish detergent to soak clothing in or use on carpet.  Seems to be working.  Coincidentally, same mixture we used on Inga, our Norwegian Elkhound, when she got sprayed by a skunk so I have lots of peroxide on hand!  What an exciting life I lead…

 

Me and JP, Conversations with a Four Year Old…

20160816_12453220160816_12440020160816_124417_001JP is my 4 year old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog lived with us for several months while their new house was being built.  One of the best things about having them here was spending time talking with him.  It makes me hopeful for the next generation.  He is so wise and so much fun!   You can find all my Me and JP stories here.

 

JP:  Nana, want to play something?

Me:  How about we we play with this farm sticker book?

JP:  Sure, Nana.  This is the mama cow and this one is the daddy cow.

Me:  Well, I think you call the daddy cow a bull.

JP:  No, this is a daddy cow cause he’s bigger.

Me:  But do you see this pink bag under the cow?  That’s called an udder.

JP:  Yep, that’s where the cow gives us milk.

Me:  That’s right, you are so smart!  You squeeze there to get milk.  And the mama cows give us milk.

JP:  And you squeeze to get meat.

Me:  Well, no, honey, just milk.

JP:  Then how does the cow share his meat with us?

I look at my son, shades of deja vu, because years ago when he was 4 or so he asked me how animals protected their meat from hunters.  I think he thought the cows stood in front of stacks of plastic wrapped steaks and ground beef at the grocery store.

Me:  Let’s ask Daddy.

Daddy:  His muscles, buddy.  He shares his muscles.

JP:  Want to see my muscles, Daddy?

Whew, crisis averted.  I remember the day I found out where eggs came from and didn’t want to eat them for weeks.  I still don’t like to think about it too much!

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