See that guy in the red shirt in the middle? That’s my dad. And he’s surrounded by a bunch of his grandchildren (but not all). His grandkids love him very much! After my mom passed away 5 years ago, my dad was not happy about living on his own, so he moved in with my youngest sister. Then about a year and a half ago, the powers that be dictated a change. My little sis wanted to have another baby and they simply didn’t have the space. It was about the same time we had decided to finish our basement family room, so I suggested to my sweetie that maybe we could finish our final bedroom space to make a room for my dad. The amazing man I married readily agreed and we started framing once again. Soon the bedroom caught up with the family room.
As you can see, his grandkids played a huge part in the construction. My sweetie firmly believes that the best way to teach kids life skills is to let them experience them, so we had them help with as much as we possibly could. We only hired out the ductwork because we wanted to move some of the existing ducts, but other than that and the actual laying of the carpet, my sweetie and his little army did all the work themselves. (I’m so glad Teach didn’t put in some extremely unflattering pics of me caulking the baseboards. I was about 7 months pregnant and looked incredibly silly crawling around on the floor.)
Sadly, my dad is only with us part of the time since he likes his friends and contacts in Utah County. I have five siblings who live down there, so he stays wherever he likes. He really is the guy in the middle. But remember, Gramps, we love it when you stay here…so come often, ple-a-s-e!? (PS. Thanks for the fun movie party last night!)