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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, 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!

Me & JP, O is for Olive…

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.

On Easter Sunday, we had black olives as one of the relishes at dinner.  JP eats really well now — had ham, jello, mac and cheese, corn and, later, of course, dessert!  But no asparagus or olives, lol.

Me:  Would you like an olive?

JP:  No, I don’t like them.

Me:  Did you ever have one?

JP:  There was one in my pasta salad at school one day.  It wasn’t like that.  I didn’t like it.

Me:  Was it a green olive?

JP:  No, it was black.  It wasn’t big.  It was just part of one. 

Me:  Did you taste it?

JP:  Nana, I don’t want to talk about it.  (This usually means no, he didn’t try it…) 😉

 

Me & JP, K is for Keys…

JP is our youngest grandson who turned five in September. He and his mom and dad IMG_1765lived 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.

Another “guest post,” this one from JP’s other nana, that she shared with me when he was about three.  We have always split babysitting duties and live five minutes apart, so our children have a very sweet deal!

Apparently JP had gotten a little wild while playing at their house and threw a toy that nearly hit Papa B. in the face.  Papa is exceedingly mellow but I think he raised his voice, caught by surprise as he was.

JP:  (In tears)  Nana, Papa yelled at me!

Nana L.:  Well, you threw a toy at him.  You know that’s not allowed.

JP:  Nana, I don’t want to stay here.  Get your keys and take me to Nana D.’s!

Needless to say, everyone took a breath, apologies and hugs ensued and probably a snack.  Nana L. did not drive him to my house.  And, just so you know, we have the same rules over here!

Me & JP, J is for Jungle Book…

JP is our youngest grandson who turned five in September. He and his mom and dad IMG_1765lived 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, want to do puzzles with me?

Me:  Sure, let’s sit at the table.

(He proceeds to put his Jungle Book puzzle together with really no help from me.  Proud nana moment here.)

Me:  Wow, that was a great job!

JP:  I love you, Nana.

Me:  I love you, too, bugs.

JP:  You are the best nana in the whole world.  (Hugging my neck.)

Me:  And you are the best grandson.

JP:   Look, Nana, I’m petting your hair like a dog.