The Devil Made Me Do It.

Halloween was pretty chill yesterday.

I didn't need to help anyone dress up.

I didn't have to be home early enough to get everyone ready and out the door.

I didn't need to plan or attend any parties or parades.

I only needed to replenish my candy stash a bit, as it had dwindled slightly throughout the week.

Then Mar came home from school.

She and her friends had planned a little last-minute party.

Since she didn't want to do her bat ears for a third time, and she knew that she was on her own for whatever preparations were needed, she told me she would look through our trusty costume box for something simple. And of course we needed to get the dogs in their costumes.

It was, after all, Halloween.

Mar selected the devil costume.

We couldn't resist a little reminiscing, and a reenactment of one of our family's favorite Halloween pictures:

Circa 2005.

And since I love a good blast from the past:

Shilo was supa happy for the Trunk-or-Treat that year...

...not so happy on Halloween night. She says it was because I made her wear a coat/jacket under her costume. One of the reasons it was kind of nice not having all that high-expectations-for-mama pressure this year!

Back to the present:  Mar dressed the d-o-g's: Dorothy and Wiener Dog.

Oh yeah, the devil made them do it. Hah!

Then she took them on a little stroll around the cul-de-sac.

We set Slim out to greet the trick-or-treaters...

...and even dressed him up a bit.

 Mar and her friends headed to Chipotle for dinner (and their $3 burritos for anyone in costume), then decided to trick-or-treat... "just for enough candy to get us through a scary movie."

Right.

Mar came home with a sackful.

Today I am hoping to get all the spooky decor down, as we are celebrating Michaela's big 18th.

In a Syddall-simplified kind of way, which always includes dinner at Red Robin.

Hello November!