The little ones went out with Daddy up and down the cul-de-sac and came home with a boat load of sugary sweets. Ryan couldn't wait to open each piece of candy as it was given to him. Not a good thing really. Ashleigh could have gone longer. Again not necessarily a good thing. I stayed home and answered the door to all the local ghouls and goblins. Ah. It's so great living on a street in a neighborhood where this can happen. So great.
Our door (yep, that dried out corn stalk stuff came from our garden... woohoo):
Ashleigh's 1st pumpkin: