The Adult Night.

Mark's Mom and Dad rented the two of us a hotel for a night so we could have a date night away from our trolls. It was amazing. Again - a distinct lack of picturage. Sorry.

I bought my first LBD, and let me tell you I looked 'slammin'. (If nobody gets that reference I'll be very, very sad.) The husband was lookin' pretty sexy too. We had no pictures taken of us during this moment of "looking awesomeness" - so you'll have to take my word on it.

We walked around the touristy area of Niagra Falls called Lundy's Lane - or was it Clifton Hill? Whatever it was it was full of wax museums, gentlemens clubs, and Starbucks. We decided to go into a wax museum. The people were waxy. Laughed like crazy when the husband screamed like a girl in the horror section. There is a part of it dedicated to the movie 'Alien', and you round a corner and they have a life size replica of one waiting for you. Great moment.

We ate an extravagant dinner, over-looking the falls, that took us two and a half hours to complete. Amazing.

Then we took our special "penthouse" elevator up to our room.

This was taken the next morning - but shows the the "penthouse elevator" and how freaking tiny it was. We had to have a special key and everything. Fancy schmancy!

The hotel we stayed in. The room right under the clock? Yup, that was our room. 30th floor. Awesome.

Talk about a room with a view! (daytime version)

PM version. They use big gigantoid LED lights to light up the falls at night. The colors are always changing and I spent the entire hour that we waited for the fireworks taking pictures. Mark spent the hour coming up with different "codes" for what the colors meant.

This I believe he told me meant "SOS - we're out of bacon". A throwback to the seventies? (loved the tie-dye)Mark's favorite shot. He was enthralled by the rapids above the falls. He also apparently loves how the slow shutter speed makes them all long or whatever. The American falls lit up RW&B. Very patriotic. About two minutes after this a crazy storm jumped on top of us and we no longer had visibility out of our window. Thus ending the bloggable portion of the evening. :0

The next moring we went to breakfast.

We weren't amused by the $20 usd pancakes Ihop was offering. We so should have gone to the $6.99 breakfast buffet.

Thanks Peggy and Rickey - for one of the best nights EVER. We loved it.

Oh Canada.

I got home yesterday, and uploaded my pictures, and realized I slacked. I spent more time enjoying the vacation - and less taking pictures. Good for me, bad for the blogosphere. So, I'll give you a rundown, and include pictures when appropriate.

After 12,000 hours of driving we crossed the border, met up with Mark's parents and then we parked the cars so we could walk across the border the other way... No joke. Mark and I spent two hours in line at the Canadialand border crossing so that we could park our car and walk back to the American side. It turns out that Canadians don't have an awesome national park dedicated to the falls. The IL's thought it would be best to break us in from that side.

On the walk across I learned that Canadians count the leaves on their trees. And apparently use a different system for numbering than America.

This was taken at the halfway point on the bridge back to America.

Me: "HOLY COW LOOK AT HOW AWESOME AND BEAUTIFUL AND HUGE THEY ARE."

The husband: "I thought they would be taller."

Saw a rainbow. Was stoked. (How can you not love a rainbow - seriously?)
Uploaded the picture and saw a faint second rainbow above it. Doubly stoked.

Got (sort of) a family picture.
Kenny was cashed out in the front and B-rox was too busy with his dippin' dots to get out. We're all technically in the same frame. That's what counts.

Had a stranger take our picture- (Thanks stranger guy)- except he didn't include any of the falls but the mist coming off of them... That's us.

This concludes the first post of the Fall of Niagra. I promise - there's more to come.

Weeeeeee'ree Baaaack!

After about 1700 hours in the car we made it to and from Canadialand. I'll post mucho more on this after I've finished laundry.
The moose and the mountie checkin out some fine lady, eh.

I Want You!

This is how a cool kid rolls:
Version B: This is what the bastard child of Uncle Sam and Mr. T would look like.

'Bye Mama

Last night we had to make a last minute stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things. When we got out we had each of the boys carry a bag into the house. We walked in, then decided to go straight through the house and out the front door to the check the mail. Kieran didn't put his bag down. (I gave up after he started screaming when I tried to get him to put it down - some things just aren't worth it)

This is him dragging his bag all the way down to the mail box. Every couple of steps he would turn around and say "bye mama". 16 years until he does that for real...

I know famous people.

Sort of. My bestest (Mrs. Wookie) got me hooked on a blog of a random stranger many moons ago. Marrying the Navy, is quite entertaining. I pretend that I know her so I don't feel weird about stalking strangers...

Anyway, Crazy Mrs. Wookie (she's a redhead, folks) calls me up last night during my macaroni and cheese dinner (that stuff is worth a blog post all on its own - so we'll save that for another day) to tell me she's seen Mugs' husband whose currently quasi-deployed to the other side of the nation.

I wake up this morning to all sorts of chatter about this event, reader of the year award, and some blogosphere hi-5's.

In my pre-coffee haze all I could think was "It's a small world after all..." Well - that and "how long should I wait before I eat more mac and cheese?"

Best dad in the world.

About an hour before Mark departed yesterday he helped Kieran out with a "project".
A+ for daddy!