JP is our youngest grandson who turns 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. And next year he’ll be in kindergarten all day. He’s so full of fun and remarkably wise for his years! Can you tell I just love him to pieces?
Many of you know I had breast cancer last year, along with chemo and losing my hair, and it’s growing back in white and curly! So I thought new pictures of me and JP were long overdue. I’m debuting them today, along with a very appropriate JP moment 🙂
JP: Nana, want to play I Spy?
Me: Sure, you want to go first?
JP: No, you do it, Nana.
Me: Okay. I spy, with my little eye, something white. (I’m looking at the lampshade in the family room)
JP: I know, I know. Is it your hair, Nana??
Me: Hahaha, no.
JP is my now 4 and 1/2 year-old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog, Tank, 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.
Here’s a short conversation we had recently on the way home from preschool as we drove through an area with road construction.
JP: Look, Nana, it’s a Bobcrane.
Me: (Trying not to laugh, as I know Bob Crane as the former star of Hogan’s Heroes, an old American television war comedy.) Maybe you meant a Bobcat?
JP: No, Nana. *big sigh* A Bobcat is a digger, you know, they dig up the rocks and things and then put down the dirt and make it smooth so you can walk over it. A Bobcrane is that big crane with the hook on the end that hooks things and puts them down.
Me: Well, I’m not sure that’s what they call it. I thought it was just a crane.
JP: I’m right, aren’t I, Papa?
(I really need to be ready to record these conversations on my phone before I get stuck in the middle of them!)
JP 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!
JP 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.
Oh, how I’ve missed babysitting my little JP! He turned four at the end of September and started preschool a few weeks before his birthday. And we haven’t had a chance to babysit him because of all my health stuff. But we’re back to our Tuesday and Thursday schedule for now.
Yesterday we picked him up from preschool and went to the park for awhile. He was full of information about school and the good day that he had. He’s learning to count and the colors in Spanish. He can already count to ten in Spanish without any help. I’m pretty sure he will do something totally fabulous with his life, like cure a dread disease or lead the Free World 🙂
Me: Did you see Ella at recess? (Ella is his cousin who goes to the same preschool)
JP: Ella was playing dinosaurs and roaring really loud.
Me: So did you play with her?
JP: I played with Mahir. His name starts with an M. You remember him, right, Nana?
Me: I’m not sure. Did I meet him before?
JP: He’s kind of a little guy.
Me: Ah, well, what did you do with Mahir?
JP: We played dinosaurs and Ella chased us.
JP: Nana, what sound does H make?
Me: It makes a ha sound, like hippos.
JP: Or horse?
Me: That’s right!
JP: Well, Hassini starts with an H.
Me: Yes, I think it does. Is Hassini in your room?
JP: Yes, Nana. She looked pretty today.
Me: She did? What was she wearing?
JP: Her ballet outfit.
Me: She was? Was it pink or purple?
JP: It’s pink. And she put it on all by herself!
JP: Nana, want to hear a song?
JP: Rain, rain go away, come back another day. It’s the weather.
Me: That was nice, are there more words?
JP: I don’t know. I don’t think so.
Me: Well, maybe when we get home we can look on the computer.
JP: Or we can just ask my Dad.
JP is my three-year-old grandson. He and his mom and dad and their English bulldog live with us while their new house is being built. One of the best things about having them there is spending time talking with him. It makes me hopeful for the next generation. He is so wise and so much fun! Here are some snippets of conversations with him. These are the ones about poop.
Me: Need help in the bathroom?
JP: Not my underpants, Nana.
Me: Your jeans?
JP: Uhm, yes, they’re big and strong. I can hold it down when I go but I need help wiping.
JP: Nana, I need help! Nana, I got poop on the rug. (A miniscule amount that I clean up.)
Me: It’s okay.
JP: But, Nana, when I take a bath I’ll step on it and get poop on my feet.
Me: I’ll just wash the rug.
J: But it won’t fit in the sink.
Me: No, I’ll wash it in the washing machine.
JP: The washing machine is for our clothes!
Me: And rugs and other things.
JP: And my toys?
JP: I don’t know how poop got in my pants, Nana.
Nana L: Well, that’s okay. Let’s just get you changed.
JP: I thought I tooted, Nana.
JP: I pooped, Nana. See? Do you go poop?
Me: Yep, everybody does.
JP: Even girls go poop.
JP: Even dogs go poop.
JP: And they pee.
JP: Where does the poop come from, Nana? (His Daddy and both Papas are engineers so I’m not sure how detailed this should be.)
Me: Well, when we eat food it goes in our tummies and then it moves around and later it changes to poop.
JP: No, Nana, (giggling) Poop comes out of our butts.