JP: Nana, are you going to keep the Corvette now or are you going to sell it?
Me: I think I will keep it for now. That way I can take you for a ride in it.
JP: Papa let me drive sometimes.
Me: He did?
JP: Well, he let me put one hand on the steering wheel and help. But you don’t have to go real fast like Papa. It might make you sick.
Me: You’re so good to me! Did you like it when Papa drove fast?
JP: Yeah, we would yell “Whee doggies” and laugh!
A tough act to follow…
This is my usual Me & JP page and a special bonus A to Z Challenge story. JP 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! JP loves to talk about how old everyone in the family is all the time, which, frankly, can be depressing, LOL…
But he’s only five and I’m sure everyone seems so much older than him, even the other grandchildren. His two grandpas are a little more than a year apart in age and my hubby is the older of the two.
So naturally, his other grandpa, Papa B., likes to tease because he is younger. Here’s how one of those talks went recently…
JP: You’re kind of old, aren’t you, Papa?
Papa B.: Well, maybe a little old. But you know who’s even older than me?
JP: Is it Jesus?
(Bah bump bump!)
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…