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10:45 a.m.

Happy Halloween!

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5:54 p.m.

Our dynamic duo was thrilled for the evening's festivities. Jack, otherwise known as The Flash, demonstrated his speed and agility between every house along the way, as Charlie, our little Cloud, appropriately floated. Charlie insisted on being a cloud this year, despite having a perfectly adorable little green bug costume waiting in the closet for him. He should be noted for his determination and lack of last minute wavering. So, our Cloud (with a Silver Lining, I might add) spent the evening allowing the wind to push him to the next house.

It really just keeps getting better!

Spooktacularly Safe

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7:39 p.m.

Halloween is probably the Most Daunting of all the holidays for food allergy families. The whole idea of it is allowing strangers to put food in your bag, presumably for you to eat, which is against our entire Stay Safe philosophy. Luckily, the Food Allergy Association of Wisconsin provides a food-free Halloween event each year. Having a safe place to participate in games, do crafts, and walk in a costume-showcasing parade without worrying a nanosecond about food gives us a momentary breath of normalcy.

Happiness In a Stick

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10:34 a.m.

We had a downright enchanting morning in the UW Arboretum. Sticks were swords, leaf piles were oceans and battlefields, and the brisk air needed a good lashing.

{ONWARD, MY BROTHER!}

Nibble

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12:32 p.m.

Apparently, Charlie categorizes carrots in the same How to Eat column as corn on the cob. Fine by me.

Golden Arches

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11:46 a.m.

A requisite for our next home: right there, in the front yard, a golden, amber canopy providing ethereal light on the darkest autumn days. A Sugar Maple, a glowy sunset; a Ginko, an incandescent fan; or a River Birch, delicate, dangling 24-karat blades would all be perfectly swell.

And so would a palm tree.

How Prosaic

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11:23 a.m.

Ahh, well, this is more like the fall we've been so closely acquainted with this year; welcome back, Drizzly Cold Mess of a Month.