Celebrating Fathers

For the first time in I can't remember how long, Daddy had ALL his daughters in town for Father's Day. It only took a stroke to make it happen.

We (i.e., son-in-law #2) got some serious grilling done...

The best daughters ever got him a TV, the current one had an unpredictable red stripe that would suddenly and inconveniently appear. Turns out nos. 1, 2 and 3 aren't rocket scientists and therefore are understandably unable to purchase a TV that fits a certain TV cabinet. So... the #2 son-in-law and #3 boyfriend were called in to fix it!

We moved around multiple pieces of furniture to make room for THE BEST FATHER'S DAY GIFT EVER, TRUST US, and took the finger wags and occasional "no, no" from our father as eager encouragement. Hearing no clear and succinct objection, we carried on and are very happy with the results; even if it means Daddy has to make the extra effort to roll across the bed to sleep on "his side". (It's a long story.)

In other news, Daddy also received a BATH for Father's Day. SECOND BEST GIFT EVER. (Sorry no pictures of that, you're welcome.) While he's emphatically pointed to the tub numerous times over the last few days we've been putting him off while we work out the safest approach. (The shower on the second floor is a much better option but one we don't have until the chair lift gets installed, hopefully early next week.) We (i.e., I) decided that having three people help him in and out of the claw foot tub on the main floor was sufficiently safe (hopefully his physical and occupational therapists aren't reading this). Between me, #3 and son-in-law #2 we got him in and out with all limbs (and other items) in tact (Mom and #2 were afraid to watch). Good thing #3 is more careful with Daddy than she is with apple pies.

Happy Father's Day to all the dads, especially my own!