I Wish I Was A Grownup

Zac asleep in Daddy's arms.

"I wish I was a grownup," my grandson Zac said, as he has been saying often lately. Zac will be four in November.

"I wanna be a grownup, so I can drive a car." Well, three is a little young to be thinking about driving, but I like the fact that he has goals.

"Guess what!" I responded. "In about 12 years you will be able to drive a car."

Zac wasn't impressed.

"And I wanna eat broccoli."

Well, that was unexpected.

"Do you like broccoli?"

"I hate broccoli. But when I be a grownup, I will like it."

Again, good to know he has goals.

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Moving Out of the City

Content by Sol Rosales

I decided that it was time for me to move out of the city and get myself a house a little outside of the city. Even though I have to drive in to work every day, I’m loving having space for my new puppy. That was my favorite part of having a new house. I knew that if I moved out of the city that I could get my own sweet little puppy. I decided on a Labrador retriever because I had one when I was growing up. Some people think that they’re too wild, but I knew that I would have a place for her to run. I named her “Pup,” which doesn’t really fit her anymore because she’s gotten so big! I’ve also gotten to do things like put up curtains, buy real furniture, and all of those ‘grown-up’ things. It’s also been an adjustment having to sign up for electricity (I compared atWWW.texaselectricityproviders.com/), water, and my cable company. Overall, I’ve loved having a new house, and am loving having all of this space!

Mr. Sippy

Audrey and Nolan were on vacation with their Aunt Elaine and Uncle Ryan a couple of weeks ago. They traveled from central Illinois to St. Louis, Missouri, where their Uncle Ryan, who coached a girl's baseball team, had entered his team in a tournament.

Nolan was particularly excited to see Mr. Sippy – you know – that big river that runs from western Minnesota for 2,320 miles down to the Mississippi River Delta in the Gulf of Mexico.

As you can see by the photo on the right, Audrey takes after her grandma's fashion sense. She wanted to dress herself that day, which I, her grandma, allowed, because I'm a believer in allowing children to express themselves. However, because of the way she was dressed, Audrey wasn't allowed out of the car at her mom's fashion consignment boutique ;) Hopefully she will develop her mother's sense of style before she gets much older.

What Is Wrong With This Picture? BINGO! You Got It!

My grandchildren love playing games. Audrey especially enjoys Bingo games. I was playing Bingo with her a while ago and forgot to post this blog about the weirdest Bingo game I've ever played. Or should I say the weirdest Bingo game I ever noticed was weird.

Take a good long look at the cards and see if you can find the problem. Go ahead look at them very carefully. I'll wait.

Did you notice that on both cards a number appears twice in two separate columns?

When I was a kid, Bingo was numbered B, 1-15, I, 16-30, N, 31-45, G, 46-60, and O, 61-75. Obviously things have changed, because now 29 is both an "I" number and an "N" number, and 75 is a "G" number as well as an "O" number.

Wow!

I wonder if having two numbers in two separate columns increases or decreases your chances of winning. In my case I lost because out of the two cards I had, both of which are pictured above, I didn't have 29 or 75.

I guess it's time to update my game skills and start playing online Bingo. Maybe the online Bingo sites number their cards correctly!

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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