This past weekend my parents came to visit. It was good to see them. It was really nice to have my dad come up too. I feel like I don't see him that often. They mostly slept at Tessa's house (which is ironic since we just finished our basement and actually have a room for them) but I guess in the past they have stayed more at my house so they felt like they had to share. Which really makes no difference to me. My feelings do not get hurt. However my kids were bummed that Grandma and Grandpa didn't stay more at our house. Tessa had soccer games most every night and we went once and it was funny because once I walked into the indoor soccer complex I realized that that was the place where Tj and I had first hung out, watching Tessa play soccer back in college. We talked forever that night and it was that night that started our friendship. Anyways, back to my parents, we went to dinner, hiked up the Grotto Trail (which the water was low which made it not as cool), we went up Provo North park (I think) and the kids floated boats and we just hung out and chatted. My dad got food poisening while he was here and was sick all Saturday night throwing up and didn't make it to church on Sunday. We walked around the neighborhood, talked about too much toxins and things that aren't good for us (a really good time if you know what I mean) and they left this morning to go back home. Oh and my dad taught Tallie how to whittle wood. She was so stoked about using a real sharp pocket knife. She whittled her own walking stick, nice and smooth and passed the test and now is a Whittling Warrior (as my dad calls them) with some of her other cousins.
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