It all started with a phone call . . . "Dad, will you come over in a minute and help me lift my tub out?" I now understand the hesitation in his voice when he replied, "What do you mean 'lift your tub out'?" Poor Dad. I think that is why he has started screening calls. Well two months, 1 new tub/shower, 1 new toilet, 2 new medicine cabinets, 1 new floor, 5 boxes of tiles, 4 cans of paint, and about 16 bandaids later we are almost done! Who knew home "improvements" were so involved? Everyone got in on the action. Gabe loved tearing out the walls the most, (remind me to keep the hammer put away) Raygen liked to help paint, and Ridge did a good job of trying out the tiles before the grout had dried. But Dad was the real hero. Where would we be without Grandpa Benton?! It is going to take a lot of Big J burgers to pay him back.