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I seem to have taken a bit of a hiatus from the blog. It's probably my subconscious prepping me for next month's NaBloPoMo craziness. Purge my brain, clear my thoughts, assuming there was anything there to begin with.

When last I wrote, my parents were arriving within a few hours, and my mom had plans to surprise the young man at the bus stop. She did, and although it took him from the time he jumped from the last step of the bus onto the sidewalk to the time he got to me to realize I was not there alone, he was indeed very surprised. After a range of reactions which ultimately culminated in a resonant "THHBBBTTT!" for lack of any better way to express himself, he played it off like he knew all along. When we got home, he saw his Grandpa and said, as non-chalantly as a five year old can play it off, "Oh, you're here, too," and with that, the weekend was off with a bang.

Saturday was by far our busiest day. We had a leisurely breakfast, after which we headed out to a local Octoberfest. Dave has been dreaming every night of the Disney Biergarten beer and buffet since we got back home, so he was anxious to heft another stein, as was my dad. The beer was good, although it stands to reason it would have been better had it been accompanied by the sight of my uncle sporting lederhosen while playing the alp horn. There was a bounce house, a horse and buggy ride, apple crisp, and battered mushrooms, so the rest of us were equally happy. We returned home for a brief respite before heading over to the University's football game. Holly and I hung back for part of it so she could sleep off the morning a bit. We arrived just after half-time and celebrated the last two quarters with Twizzlers, popcorn, goldfish, a smoothie, and raucous waving of plastic hand-clackers. By the time the game ended, four of us were wrecked and staggered home, while my Dad and Dave headed over to the soccer game. Their energy was bewildering. There must have been some magic in that Octoberfest beer.

The rest of the visit we spent laying low. The weather turned to a chilly, drizzly mess Sunday night and stayed that way for the rest of the week. It forced us inside where it was cozy, and we spent Monday and Tuesday relaxing. Henry was thrilled both days to see his Grammy waiting for him at the bus stop when he came home. It was very sweet. I'm not even going to mention the amazing dinners they cooked while they were here, because it just makes me glum, especially knowing what we're going to have for dinner tonight. Needless to say, it was hard to see them off on Wednesday morning.