This is Lew throwing a temper tantrum. I'm not sure what he was mad at, but he was angry. He has stopped flinging his head forward because he's hit his head too many times on concrete, and because he has dunked his face into the bath water and come up not amused.
This is Lew eating his toe while we watched Toy Story. Audrey was snuggled up next to Grammy who had made delicious popcorn.
Next time I'll show you some of how we "helped." I say it in quotes because I'm just not sure some things have been all that helpful. Like I trimmed the butterfly bush and did exactly what my Dad said to do, but I think I butchered it. It looks kind of foolish. Audrey helps each morning with Dad's vitals. She also holds up his sleeve so my Mom can give my Dad his insulin shot. I figured I'd warn you, so those of you who are squeemish will know it will be the first picture, so scroll down on the next post until you get to the next picture. Thank you for your prayers! Dad is doing well. He walked the fastest he's walked since I've been here this morning. Ok it's 10:30, I should call Toddy to see how his softball game went!
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