Where Babies Come From

Dolls In Hospital Awaiting Birth

Audrey and Nolan Taking a Break from
Swimming on Living Room Floor

Audrey and Nolan are playing house right now where they have designated various parts of my house as different rooms, including a hospital where all of the babies that can be naked are naked (see photo) and are awaiting birth.

One of those babies is an American Girl doll (Addy or Addie – I'm not sure how to spell it). Yesterday Audrey's Aunt Laura took her to the American Girl store in Chicago and Aunt Laura brought along Audrey's new American Girl doll (courtesy of Aunt Laura) so Aunt Laura could purchase matching clothes Audrey could share with her new doll, which she named Cindy.

Right now Audrey and Nolan are taking a break after swimming in the living room pool (a layout of blankets). When I asked Audrey why she wasn't playing with both of her American Girl dolls, Audrey explained:

"Well, Addy (Addie) is still in the hospital because I'm not pregnant with her yet."

A little while later I heard her tell Nolan that she was pregnant and that she had to go to the hospital to get her baby. Now Cindy is part of their family.

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What is a Frooprup?

Zac drinking (probably) Diet Coke

My job as a grandmother is to be an interpreter for my younger grandchildren. I'm usually fairly good at interpreting words they say. But occasionally they trip me up, as you will note in the following conversation.

"Grandma, I'm hungry," Zac sighed with his yiddo (his word for little) puppy dog eyes.

"What do you want?" I asked him.

"Frooprup."

"What?"

"Frooprup."

By this time, I had figured out what he wanted but I wanted him to say it again. "Sorry, I still can't understand what you're saying."

Zac has experienced the frustration of knowing that people don't always understand him, but he knows how to get his point across and he knows how to make me laugh. He sighed again and instructed me to, "Say, Froop."

To which I responded, "Froop."

And Zac completed the instruction: "Rup. Frooprup. There ya go!"

I couldn't resist asking him one more time. "Say that again?"

"Frooprup."

And I got him is Fruit Rollup.

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The Wisdom of a 6 Year Old Regarding Old Age

Kaden with his younger brother, Zac, playing the Wii

Yesterday my grandson, Kaden, 6, looked at the calendar for a couple of seconds before he announced, "In a week and six days it's gonna be your birthday."

"Yeah, I know," I admitted, knowing that this year would be a landmark year for me. "This year is the year I become old."

Kaden raised his eyebrows and nodded his head up and down. "I know. You're going to be sixty."

"Yeah, that is old, isn't it?" I agreed.

"Yeah!" Kaden said, eyes wide open with amazement. "I'm surprised you're not dead."

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