Halloween at our house is fairly low-key. We carve pumpkins the day before. On the day of, Daddy comes home early and everyone eagerly awaits nightfall.
This year we have a monarch butterfly, an alien who looks a little like Ming the Merciless, and a farmer. (That's a Jonh Deere hat he's wearing. He actually wears those clothes and his farmer boots pretty much every day, but don't tell anybody. Since the houses are so spread out here, the babies didn't dress up. They stayed home with me and handed out candy to our 10 trick-or-treaters. I like many things about living in a small town, but there are still some things I miss about the suburbs. Like handing out chocolate to millions of little kids.)
After plundering the houses down in the village, Andy and the kids pick up a pizza and bring it home. We eat it while watching (not very scary) Halloween shows. Then the kids spend a couple of hours gorging themselves on chocolate. No candy limits on Halloween!
It actually ends up being a fairly restful night, in spite of the enormous amounts of sugar ingested by my children.