The Tebbs Times: Grandma & Grandpa visit...from Texas

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Grandma & Grandpa visit...from Texas

We were so lucky to have my Mom and Dad in from Texas last weekend. They came in to be here for my nephew who turned 12 and was ordained a deacon on Sunday up in Ogden. The only thing that was such a bummer is that my Mom was sick, and went to the hospital on Sunday. She found out she had a kidney infection, so needless to say she was a little out of commission they whole trip. I still enjoyed having them come to my house Sunday through Tuesday. Mom slept a lot and Dad and I made dinner and hung out with the kids. My kids love the time Grandma and Grandpa spend at our house when they visit:) Kamdyn is not even scared of them anymore:) Which make them feel great I am sure.

1 comments:

The Brann's said...: Why did your parents move to Texas. Aren't all their kids around here?? I bet you were glad to see them. Too bad your mom was sick. Hopefully their next visit will be better!!; March 6, 2008 at 8:14 AM

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