Every Sunday my Mom makes Sunday dinner and anyone who can make it is invited. And knowing my mom, that really does mean anyone.  :)

This Sunday we kept up the tradition, just at a different location!

It started off with hugs in the hospital bed.  My dad is up to his usual tickling.  They loved it.

Then a few climbed aboard my dad's wheelchair and Nikolas drove.  He did a great job and only ran into one bush during our adventure.  

We dined at the hospital cafeteria, and yes, some of us are heathens and purchased our food.  Just for the record, my mom brought hers and didn't spend a dime.  

Sometimes 8-year-olds forget how to feed themselves.  Especially when surrounded by goofy, cute cousins.  

Then it was off to see the waterfall.  We decided not to stay too long.  Do you see Ryan there?  He has a fondness for hospital ponds.  He swam in the McKay pond just last week.  

We continued our walk and found some shade.  Nikolas let my dad borrow his hat.  Doesn't everybody know scars shouldn't see sunlight?  And those of you who know my grandpa Harold, isn't there a likeness?

The children ran around a maze.  Someone really smart put that in.  It kept them entertained for a good hour while my dad watched.  

And then we had to take a few minutes for a parent/daughter photo op.  Good grief I am enormous.  

We returned a very tired grandpa to his room and found a can of root beer on his table.  Some wonderful person left it while we were gone.  The grandchildren insisted that it be opened and a few had to taste it to make sure it was good.  It was!

We all agreed that was the most fun we had had in a while.  So grateful to have had it with you, Dad!