We Paid Him 100G. (Giggles.)

So I'm obviously a bit behind here and trying to catch up. That's because all last week my dad was here and I was busy living it up while he was busy working as my personal construction crew slash babysitter. Heh heh. Gosh daddy aren't you glad you came to visit?! I am. After all, he did:
renovate my utility room
and the laundry room
and the storage room
including new flooring and custom-built shelving
organize all that stuff, and all our many tools
re-arrange the basement to make it an office/playroom
build Little One a ballet bar for practicing pulling to standing (out of an actual ballet bar he found at a salvage shop)- SO cute!
fix about a zillion things around the house
mow the lawn
feed the Little One
Bathe, change, and read to Her
take us out on the town
teach Little One to wave "bye-bye"
keep us sane at the doctor visit
other stuff
plus having fun and giving Little One lots and lots of good grampa hugs.
J was ecstatic. Well, J was working nights and sort of a zombie even when awake that week. But afterward he took a look around, and I could just see him mentally crossing things off his To-Do list and (mentally) doing a little happy booty shake with each one.
Little One was ecstatic. This grampa dude totally got the fact that Little One is the absolute center of the universe, derserving of undivided attention and ridiculously over-the-top adulation.
The dogs were ecstatic. This smellin-like-New-Mexico-green-chilis dude totally got the fact that they are the absolute center of the universe, derserving of undivided attention and ridiculously over-the-top adulation.
And I was ecstatic. Because everyone else was. And because this daddy dude totally gets how fun it is to do things like go to salvage shops and to sort stuff into individualized, properly labeled containers. Yes.
We miss him already, and it's not just for the free manual labor. Come back soon Grampa!
Some of the few pics we had a chance to snap last week:

Little One: Grampa! Where'd you get this fantastic chew-toy?!
Grampa: I don't know, Little One. I can't see it.

J doing an excellent job of not falling asleep at dinner.

Me, doing an excellent job of not getting spit-up on the black dress

Little One thinking that She'd like to get in the fountain

Having a capitol time. Ha ha! HA! hee hee.

She thinks it's funny.

Wave "bye-bye" Little One!

Bye-bye.