Yes, we did Halloween, in a half-hearted last-minute sort of way. Monday afternoon found me trying to clean things up a bit, cook dinner for us and Sarah and her kids, and frantically start scooping out pumpkins at 5 pm with a hand that was still a bit sore from the previous week's yard carnage. Needless to say, the pumpkins were not as carefully designed as they have been in previous years, but they were still properly Halloween-y.
Normally, after Halloween, we move the pumpkins onto the back patio so that we can enjoy them during dinner for the next couple of days, and then watch them rot/melt over the next couple of weeks. This year, they clearly aren't scary enough to repel the squirrels; we get to watch the pesky critters *eat* them this time around. I've seen up to four at a time, and probably should just give up and toss the pumpkins in the compost bin.
(Kids did go trick-or-treating -- Nimue and Cathryn used little Scott needing an escort as their justification to extort candy from the neighbors. Recycled costumes from last year, and I just now realized that no one bothered to take pictures of the kids! Clearly everyone is growing out of it.)