JP is my now 3 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! Even though they have their own house, I still get to babysit him on Tuesdays and Thursdays. You can find all my Me and JP stories here.
JP: Let’s play soccer, please, Nana, please?? Nana, Nana, don’t you want to play? What are we going to do? I want to do something!
Me: Okay, okay, but let’s settle down before you get hurt, please!
JP: ZUKA ZAMA!
Me: Is that on Lion Guard? Who says that on Lion Guard?
JP: Bunga. (He’s a honey badger and Zuka Zama means “pop up, dive in.” Yes, I looked it up at the Disney site.) I love Lion Guard. Look, Nana, I have my Lion Guard shirt on today.
Me: I know, I love it. Okay, well, what if we’re quiet for just a little while?
JP: I can’t, Nana, I’m a wild boy! (Running around and trying to kick the soccer ball).
Me: (Rolling the soccer ball past him). Oh, look, I got a goal! I’m winning!
JP: Nana, no! It wasn’t your turn!
Me: (Teasing) Oh, boo hoo, don’t whine. I got a goal, I’m winning!
JP: (Pouting) Nana, let’s be quiet for awhile…
Happy Father’s Day to dads and grandpas everywhere!
I’m feeling nostalgic today. Yesterday my baby’s baby turned three, and as he likes to point out, he’s not a baby anymore, he’s a big boy! I’m not sure where all the time has gone. I remember the day my first son arrived nearly as clearly as the day it happened. Now I’m Nana D to his son and I get to have all the fun and only some of the work! Sunday was exciting, as a three-year-old’s birthday will be, starting with his choice for breakfast, a doughnut and “a little bit of root beer.” Gross, I know, and his daddy said okay, but it really only was a little bit 😉
Then, since they are living with us while building a house, the other nana and papa were nice enough to host the Lion King party. Nana L and I share babysitting duties as we live only five minutes apart.
Occasionally when it’s not my day to keep him but Mommy and Daddy leave for work really early, Nana L, Justin and I will meet at a restaurant before I hand him off for the day. He’s always delighted and calls it “two nanas eating breakfast.” I’m not sure, but I think I see some books in our future — Two Nanas Always Shopping, Two Nanas Needing Naps, Two Nanas Drinking Martinis…