Halloween was marvelous, free of melt-downs or whining or heartbreak of any size, shape, or form. There was, instead, outright glee (real human glee!): squealing, singing, skipping, and spontaneous entry into the home of strangers.
It was a perfectly crisp, starry October night and Ellie went proper trick-or-treating for the first time. She wasn't excited at all, though.
In fact, she was pretty blasé about the whole thing.
Capn' Marlin James Cookiebeard was slightly less enthused, but he was suffering the effects of a wicked case of scurvy.
Not really. (He's been over his scurvy for weeks.) He had a bad case of I Turned One And All I Got Was Two Shots In Each Leg Syndrome. That night though, he changed out of his pirate ensemble and into a little something I like to call "The Best Argument for Eight Months of Vomiting":
After this photo was taken, he was deemed too cute and promptly eaten. With gravy.
Lastly, I give you the giant, exhaustive Flickr recap of all things Halloween related for the last month (just in case you missed it). And now....we can all move on.