Hanging out with Grandpa

{Grandpa with his plunger 9/10}

Sunday Nights every 3rd week  for me consist of hanging out with this guy over night.  I couldn't help but laugh last night when I saw his sparkly blue eyes peeking out from under that ski cap. I have NEVER seen my Grandpa wear a beanie before.  

I usually get there in time to tuck 2 layers of blankets under his feet and around his body tightly. Heat up the rice bag warmer to lay on top of his freezing toes (thermostat set to 78*). Make sure he has a pile full of sugar free lozenges (peppermints), half a glass of water and a clear diet soda.  

Oh and the plunger (the remote)...

We were informed that we could NOT watch "shoot em ups" at night because the gun noise keeps my Grandma awake... but....

{Why on earth do I look like I have chubby ankles???? I have a lot of chubby stuff but ankles... no way. Crap}

We turned the volume down and no one knew the difference.

ps I may have awoke at 3am to a weird sound... like an electric razor... someone was getting a head start on the day. 

"Grandpa, what are you doing?"

"Just shaving."

"Grandpa it is still the middle of the night"
"I know... go back to sleep"