A (soon to be) million dollar smile

I love to see my son C smile. Thankfully, he is a happy kid so I get to see that smile a lot.

His smile has been changing over the past couple of years as he has lost baby teeth and his new (terrifyingly large) permanent adult teeth have taken up residence in his mouth. Like his mother, C has lots of gigantic teeth all fighting to try and find a home in his small mouth. The result has been a lot of trips to the dentist.

For the past couple of months we've been heading to the dentist about twice a month so that he can keep tabs on the giant tooth party happening inside C's already crowded mouth. We've always known braces were a foregone conclusion with C - when he was just 3 years old the dentist started prepping us for that eventuality. More recently, the dentist commented that C could be "the poster child for orthodontics".

About a month ago the dentist placed a small rubber spacer between some of C's back molars to move things around a bit. He said that hopefully these rubber spacers would do the job more quickly and (my favorite part) more cheaply than putting a metal appliance in C's mouth. Since you can't go wrong with the quicker and cheaper option, we were on board.

About 2 days after the spacer was placed in his mouth, C --who had been banned from gum and all things sticky-- accidentally pulled the spacer out while eating a Tootsie Pop. Apparently I forgot to say the words "No Tootsie Pops" when reciting the list of forbidden foods. I called the dentist the next morning and he got us in to replace the spacer.

Even though we managed to hide all the sticky foods, a pattern had been established. The dentist would put a spacer inside of C's mouth and then roughly 3-4 days later C would find me and announce, "Mom, my spacer fell out again." At which point I would call the dentist and schedule an appointment where things would be looked at and another spacer would be placed in the back of his mouth. This has been going on for weeks.

So, I was not surprised when C made the announcement over pancakes last week that he had lost yet another spacer. But unlike all the past times, he added "And also, my tooth hurts when I bite down." That was definitely a new development. In the hustle bustle of the day, I forgot to call the dentist which I regretted when C came home from school later that day and told me that his tooth still hurt and that it seemed to be getting worse.

We headed off to the dentist the next morning for what I was hoping might be some good news like, "Hey that 6 year molar is finally 100% in and his back teeth look great. In fact that little rubber spacer has performed a miracle -- C doesn't need braces anymore! Oh, and that pain will go away just as soon as I snap my fingers."

Sadly though, the news wasn't so good. They took an x-ray and discovered that the baby tooth next to his 6 year molar had become somehow infected and needed to be removed. Right now. So I gave my consent and they loaded C up with Novocaine and "Happy Air" and pulled that baby tooth right out of his head. Once the tooth was out, the dentist showed me the X-Ray of C's back teeth and there was not a single tooth pointing downward. All of his teeth were pointing in various odd angles, none of which looked like they'd be helpful in the chewing process at all.

With the baby tooth now gone, there was no tooth now that could help hold the spacer in place and apparently the crookedness of those back teeth would only get worse. With no cheaper or quicker options now left to available to us, it was time to bite the bullet and get a metal appliance for my son's overcrowded mouth.

In order to start the process they took molds of his mouth (which was way more traumatic for C than pulling out his baby tooth) and told me that we'd need to come back in about 3 weeks to get more x-rays, photos and to actually get the appliance installed in his mouth. And so it seems that we have already started down the road which we knew we'd be heading down eventually. The long, winding and expensive road called orthodontics.

We got the information in the mail yesterday that laid out for us the total price of his new orthodontics as well as what portion our insurance would cover (which was not 100% like I had been blindly hoping it would be). Conveniently, the packet also contained a lovely brochure that gave us many different financing options.

Thankfully, Mr. Crackers had a little bit of stock that we sold to help cover the cost. We'll hold off on the financing option until they come back and hit us with the big guns...braces. For now we'll do what we can to juggle things a bit and I'll be taking plenty of pictures of what may someday be C's million dollar smile.

A change in personal style

I feel as though we've turned a corner sometime over the past couple weeks here at the House of Crackers. I've started noticing that the closer we get to K's 5th birthday, the more she seems to be moving away from her fascination with princesses and all things pink and sparkly.

My first clue that things were changing came a little more than a week and a half ago. After getting at least 2 years of wear, I decided it was finally time to suck it up and purchase a new winter coat for K this year ( 3/4 length sleeves just didn't seem like they'd work to well for playing in the snow). One of my favorite retailers was having a pre-season sale & I happened to have a gift certificate for this particular store burning a hole in my wallet, so we decided to go ahead and purchase her new coat now instead of waiting until the weather actually dropped below 70 degrees.

I gave her two of options to choose from but both of the coats I had picked were pink. As long as I can remember pink has been her favorite color. When given a choice between pink and any other color, K always picks pink. Imagine then my surprise when she asked to see one of the coats in blue. When I showed it to her I was sure she'd decide that pink was the way to go, but instead she said that she wanted the blue one. "Are you sure?" I asked. "Yep. I like the blue. It's pretty" she said.

Then she surprised me again by picking blue snow boots (I know it's early...but seriously once I started to pick out the winter gear I couldn't stop myself).

The coat came in the mail today, and I tell you she was just as excited about the blue today as she was when she picked it out last week. What is happening here?

My final hint that things are a changin' was this week when she finally selected her Halloween costume. Ever since the Halloween catalogs started arriving in our house back in early July she's picked a different costume for herself every day. And all of them have either been sparkly or fairy themed or included a skirt made from boatloads of of tulle (I should also add that most of her favorite costumes have also been priced well above $60.00, which is a lot more than her mother is willing to spend on any item of clothing for either of her children) .

But this week she made her final costume decision and she didn't change her mind no matter how many times I asked her what she wanted to be for Halloween. Instead of the princesses or the pink sparkly costumes she formerly dreamed of, she instead picked out this costume...





Holy black vinyl Batman! If that's not a dramatic shift in personal style than I don't know what is. Hmm. I have decided to focus on the fact that Batgirl is a strong and powerful female crime fighter rather than the fact she wears a relatively short skirt made of shiny black vinyl.

I am hoping that perhaps this change in preference may be somewhat influenced by my son C. A couple of weeks ago he had decided that he wanted to be a superhero for Halloween because he liked the fact that all of those costumes came with lots of padding to simulate muscles. He had been bouncing between Superman, The Flash and Spiderman for the past few days, but once K made her decision, he finally settled the matter...



So, fear not, the streets of Gotham will be safe this Halloween (until around 7:30). You can rest assured that both kids will be carrying flashlights and wearing glow necklaces this year while they make their rounds collecting candy. Nothing says responsible parenting quite like sending both of your young kids out trick-or-treating in black costumes.

A quick tour of my accidental garden

There are some strange things afoot in my garden this year. After a very hot and very dry summer, many of my plants have passed on to that big garden in the sky (in other words they've died of neglect since their owner frequently forgets to water them). But oddly, my garden seems to be thriving despite all of my efforts to the contrary. It seems as though the plants have taken matters into their own hands this year.


Every spring I get excited about the warmer temperatures and the thoughts of sitting outside on the patio surrounded by beautiful flowers while eating herbs and vegetables picked from my very own garden. So, every year I run out to one of my local nurseries and purchase flowers, herbs and tomatoes and eventually (after several reminders from Mr. Crackers that the plants won't be beautiful if they all die in the containers before I actually get them into some dirt) plant them in pots and mulched beds around the backyard. And for those first lovely weeks of summer I diligently water them and feel a fierce sense of pride in my beautiful surroundings.


And then...it gets hot. And we go on vacation. And I forget to water and those lovely flowers and plants that I purchased just 6 weeks earlier. And so they start to look like this....





(I just noticed that the flower painted on this pot is upside down...and I've had this pot for years. Yes, I know that the bottom of the pot doesn't match the top. I am really cheap when it comes to buying pots for outside...it's just something I hate to spend money on. I don't know why.)


Or in extreme cases, the pots start looking like this...



(The dead daisies that used to live in this pot have been put out of their misery so that you don't have to see the brown death that my neglect has caused. You're welcome. And yes, I know this pot is broken. As I mentioned before I hate spending money on pots for the patio. )


But then this year as plants began to die around the garden, I noticed something strange happening. New flowers and plants that I did not buy started appearing around the garden.


This was the first one I noticed. I didn't buy any wave petunias this year, and yet this plant was bravely growing in a small crack between the patio stones and the house. I have no idea how it got there nor do I understand how it has survived the past 4 weeks, but I've started watering it. I just can't bear to watch it die now.





(I have no idea what that broken pipe is that is leading directly into my house. I thought it had something to do with the heating/cooling system, but I was informed by my heating/cooling guy that it wasn't. He told me that frankly he couldn't tell what it was or where it was leading to. I'm scared of this pipe. I am also scared of all of the creatures that might be living in it. Sometimes I think of this pipe late at night & I'm sure it's some kind of highway system for all of our neighborhood rodents to gain access to our home. But that's probably a story for another day...)



Then I noticed this petunia growing in a pot that had once housed what I think was a beautiful African yellow daisy that I couldn't resist back in early May. Again, I'm not sure where this new plant came from, but I'm happy that this pot has a pretty occupant again.








It's not just flowers that are making their way into my garden uninvited. Mr. Crackers was weeding his roses about a month ago when he noticed another new plant. This cherry tomato plant seems to have found a home amongst the roses. It makes for a tricky harvest, but I'm not complaining. Free tomatoes (and no we didn't plant any cherry tomatoes this year either).








We have since found two other tomato plants growing around the yard. They haven't produced any tomatoes yet, but I'm pretty sure these are cherry tomato plants too. This one found a nice home next to the fountain and I've been making sure he's been getting plenty of water.








This little guy is growing right next to the play set, which is definitely not a prime location for vegetable habitation. I cut the plant back & even ran it over with the lawn mower, but it just keeps coming back.




I'm not sure what this all means, but I'm not complaining about it. Heck, I hope it continues. Maybe next spring I won't even have to go to the nursery to buy any plants. Maybe the garden will just take of itself. Wouldn't that be lovely? Maybe I could train them to help clean the house too. A girl can dream right?

P.S. Anyone need any cherry tomatoes? I have a feeling we'll have a bumper crop soon.

The first day of school

Yesterday was the big day - both my hooligans headed back to school. C is now a second grader this year (I am having trouble grappling with this whole growing up thing he is doing) and K headed off to Early 5's, which I think is just a weird way of saying Pre-K.

C woke up early and was counting down the minutes until his first day of school would begin. I am more happy than I can tell you that he was so excited to head back to school. I was a little nervous for K who was switching schools this year & wouldn't know anyone in her class. But, I figured once she got there, she'd come out of her shell a bit & make some new friends.

We had our breakfast and headed upstairs to get dressed for the day. C got ready to go at the speed of light. He was dressed, had his teeth brushed, face washed and was wearing his shoes and backpack 20 minutes before we had to leave the house. Ahh...it's nice having a boy.

K was an altogether different story. I was looking forward to having her in uniform this year. I really thought it was going to simplify our morning routine. The options are really limited, so I figured all of our morning clothing battles/negotiations would be a thing of the past. Umm..not so much.

At the parochial school my children attend, girls can wear navy shorts, plaid jumpers, plaid skirts, navy skorts or navy pants. For early back to school, I eliminated a couple of the options above & only got her two pair of shorts, two navy skorts and two plaid jumpers. I figured we had our bases covered without going overboard.

When I asked her the evening before what she wanted to wear to school, she replied very excitedly "I want to wear my plaid jumper dress!" But when it came time for her to actually get dressed she wouldn't commit. She wanted to see all of her options once again.

So, I got out a pair of shorts, a skort and a jumper for her to choose from. After a prolonged internal debate followed by a quick game of eenie, meenie, miney, mo she decided to go with the navy shorts. So I (naively) put away all of the other options & we got her dressed for school. When she saw that her brother had picked out the same outfit, she was at first excited, and then her brow became furrowed.

"I look like a boy." she declared after looking at herself in the bathroom mirror.

"No you don't." I replied "You look like a girl wearing shorts & a blue shirt."

I then tried a couple of what I thought were other reassuring phrases, but it was a no go. We were heading back to the room for a change of clothes.

After a second round of internal debate and another game of eenie, meenie, miney, mo she picked the navy skort. But....as soon as she pulled it on, she changed her mind yet again and decided that the plaid jumper dress was really the way to go for the first day of school.

And so, she changed her clothes again. Thankfully, at that point we were out of options (How happy was I that I decided not to get the pants or the plaid skirt! We would have been late for school if she had made 2 more outfit changes.)

Somehow getting ready on our first day in uniform was taking longer than the days where she had been free to wear almost anything in her closet. How did that happen?

As we headed downstairs, she informed that she had it all figured out now...

"Mama, I have an idea. Today I'll wear my jumper dress, then the next day I'll wear my skort and then the day after that I'll wear my shorts. Then I'll just keep switching like that everyday. How does that sound Mama?"

It sounded good to me. But then so did the whole idea of uniforms, so what did I know?

Day two was today, and true to her new schedule she picked the skort.

I haven't have the heart yet to tell her that tomorrow is picture day. No uniform. I've picked out an outfit for her to wear,but it'll be a miracle if she actually wears what I've laid out for her without some serious debate.

And frankly, I'm scared to even contemplate her junior high years when her uniform options expand to include khaki bottoms too. We'll have to start getting her geared up for school about a week in advance so she can formulate a plan that includes khaki.

The perfect storm

This past Saturday we headed over to a lake in Indiana where we met up with Mr. Crackers' parents & many members of his extended family for the annual lake outing. In total about 25 family members showed up for the event with 2 pontoon boats, a ski boat and a jet ski to ferry our floating family reunion around the lake.

The weather was very hot and hazy with some forecasted showers later in the afternoon. This may not sound like ideal boating weather, but honestly we don't really spend all that much time on the boats during the trip. What we do is anchor all the boats together to form this giant flotilla and then everyone gets in the water for a nice refreshing swim. The boats are really just there to hold our snacks and beverages.

As Mr. Crackers can attest, I'm not really much of a boating person, or a swimming person. I'm more of a sit next to a large body of water in the shade with a book and a drink while ocean/lake breezes keep me cool kind of person. But, since my husband and my kids love, love, love the water, I spend a lot more time in and on the water than I would normally be inclined to.

Thankfully the day was hot and the water in the lake was cool, but not so much that I got chilled too easily. Yes, I get cold really easily in the water. As I said before I'm really not much of a water person & also may be considered a bit of a wimp. But the water felt so great, I spent a lot of time in the lake with the rest of the family. It was really lovely.

Of course, Mr. Crackers found another way to stay cool. He fell in love with his uncle's jet ski and spent quite a bit of time zooming around the lake. I was sure pretty sure after the first hour, that a jet ski would be appearing on Mr. Crackers' Christmas list this year.

We probably stayed anchored in the same spot for about 2-3 hours until (for some reason that I don't quite remember) we decided to head across the lake to see how things looked on that side of the world.

Once we anchored in this new spot, which was very similar to our last spot just a bit farther east, everyone piled out of the boats and into the water once again.



Well, not everyone. By this time, I was pretty waterlogged and feeling a bit too fried by the sun, so I opted to stay on board one of the pontoon boats with a couple of Kevin's aunts and eat some snacks. Seriously, this family does not mess around the provisions. There was a cheese ball, Doritos, Pringles, Combos, pretzels and Oreos. In short, I was quite content to stay on board.

Just as I was contemplating applying sunscreen for what seemed like the 4th time, I heard someone say, "Was that thunder?"

I didn't hear it though and although the sky was a bit overcast as I looked to (what I now know was the eastern) sky, I didn't see any clouds looming ahead of me so I settled back down with my crackers, and Oreos, and maybe a bit of that cheese ball.

And then...I heard it. The thunder. It was loud enough to make me turn around and that's when I realized how important it is to scan all of the sky when you're on a boat. As I looked to (what I now know was the west) I saw a wall of black clouds that were apparently behind me the whole time. (Note to self...it's a good idea to keep an eye on the sky to the west if you're trying to see what kind of weather is heading in your direction. Duh!)

Anyhoo, just as I said, "Wow that sky is really, really dark.", we all heard a larger boom of thunder that was considerably louder than the last one. So, I looked over at Kevin's aunts & said, "Does anyone else think it's a bad idea to be caught in a thunderstorm on a metal boat in the middle of the lake?" There was a little bit of conferring and looking at the sky when one the aunts agreed, "Yea, we should probably start to head in."

That was all the encouragement I needed. I headed over the the water, pointing to the sky & telling Mr Crackers & his father my whole metal boat in an electrical storm concern. Apparently though, no else seemed as worried as yours truly. So, it took a bit of convincing (which may or may not have appeared to my husband and father-in-law as a small panic attack. I'll repeat again here that I'm not really much of a boater). Eventually though I think people began to agree that it may be wise to avoid the storm while on the boat (or at least they agreed that I seemed to be getting increasingly agitated & it was time to get me off the lake no matter what the weather looked like to the west).

Eventually all 25 of us loaded back onto the boats, but when we looked west to where the marina happened to be, we couldn't see anything anymore. The rain and the dark clouds had now obscured our view. And that black line was marching it's way right in our direction.

After a quick conference, (where I kept repeating "I really think we should start the engine & get moving now" with increasing amounts of conviction & okay yes, a bit of panic) it was decided that we should proceed east to the beach & see if we could find some shelter there.

And so our ill-fated race against the elements began.

I think we all knew we were going to get wet. Quite frankly almost all of us (at least those who hadn't been enjoying the delicious cheese ball and snack bar on the boat) were already wet. It's just that we all forgot just how cold the rain and wind of a summer thunderstorm can be...in a boat...out in the open...on a lake.

To my children's credit, they remained calm, even breaking into song, "Rain, rain, go away. Come again another day." This was good since it kept them occupied and allowed me time to contemplate our impending doom and estimate just how many life jackets were within my reach if we were going down. Thankfully the kids already had their life jackets on, so that was at least once less thing I needed to worry about.

Our last anchor point had been relatively close to the beach so we didn't have too far to go. It was ironic though, we were so close to land, but the wind and the rough waters was making it almost impossible for my father in-law to steer the boat up to the dock so we could get off. In an effort to help get the boat to shore, Mr. Crackers and his cousin jumped into the water (it was only about 4 feet deep this close to beach) and tried to help guide the boat in.

It was at this point that things took a downward slide. My father-in-law, worried he would hit his son with the boat since he couldn't see him, began yelling to Mr. Crackers to be careful. Then the rest of the family, my self included, started also yelling out helpful phrases like " Watch out!" and "Be careful!" and "Your Dad can't see you!" and even "Please don't get hit by the boat!". None of which the guys in the water could hear anyway over the sound of the wind and the rain and the thunder.

At some point during this melee, some family members on board the boat decided to hold hands and start praying. Out loud. Just as they finished the phrase, "Hail Mary, Full of Grace", my 7 year old son C reached his breaking point, and began to cry...loudly. He was truly freaked out by the lightning, the wind, the rain, our inability to dock and...the final straw - the sight of several family members with joined hands saying their prayers. I'm sure he thought we were all doomed. And, I have to admit that by now my nerves were starting to fray at the edges a bit too.

Finally the guys got the boat docked and I took the 2 kids and ran like a crazy person into the woods adjacent to lake for shelter. I know, you're saying "Mrs. Crackers don't you know that you aren't supposed to stand under a tree during an electrical storm?"

Yes, yes I did know that. And I'm here to tell you that when faced with a metal boat on open water, the middle of a sandy beach or under a group of trees as places to stand in the middle of a fierce thunderstorm I choose the trees every time.

I noticed two things once we were standing huddled together under the semi-cover of the trees. 1. I had lost one of my shoes in the mad dash off the boat.
2. We were standing in an area where the ground was covered with copious amounts of poison ivy.

I realize now that it was a bad idea to announce the fact that we were standing in poison ivy within earshot of my already somewhat hysterical son, but at that moment I wasn't really thinking ahead. My announcement seemed to just push him that much farther over the edge. Even after I tried to point out that he was in fact wearing shoes, it was for naught. He had already been through enough. So I cuddled him a bit closer and wisely shut my mouth.

Happily, there was no hail and like most summer storms, it was over pretty quickly. I think we were probably only hovered under the trees for about 8 minutes when it was all said and done. Mr. Crackers and a lot of the other guys stayed out in the storm by the boats the whole time. I'm not sure why since they were all tied up, but I think it has something to do with testosterone.

Once the sun started peaking out from the clouds, we headed back for the boats. I think by that time all of us were pretty much done with the boating trip, so we found some seats at steered the boat for the marina.

After everyone got a chance to dry off and change clothes, we had a great time back at my in-laws lake house (well, it isn't really a house and it's not really on the lake, but that's what I call it since it's not their primary residence and honestly I'm not sure how else to refer to it). Everyone brought a dish for the potluck dinner and the kids had a blast running around and playing with their cousins.

In the course of the day, only about 30 minutes of our time was spent on the storm. The rest of our time on the lake was relaxing and fun (and delicious!), but I don't think any of us will be forgetting this year's outing for quite some time.

Meatball subs of doom

My in-laws are coming over tonight, and I had to run to Kroger earlier today to pick up some ingredients for the meatball subs I planned on making for dinner. It was going to be a quick trip to the store just to pick up a few ingredients I was missing...you know ingredients like meatballs and hoagie rolls and sauce (and some mozzarella too).

When Mr. Crackers suggested the idea last night while we were eating dinner, I told him that I didn't have anything on hand to make the subs but they sounded delicious! As we were cleaning up the kitchen he made the comment, "I keep forgetting you've got the kids all day long without a break. How are you getting things done?"

While he may have forgotten this fact, it has remained in the forefront in my mind all week. A late July and an early August free of camps, vacations and activities sounded like bliss to me back in June when we were running from VBS to summer vacations to family visits and back to more camps. I loved the idea of 3 weeks without commitments so the kids and I could just relax and really enjoy summer ...... and start to drive each other a little bit crazy. Now just 4 days into the "bliss" and I am starting to see the error of that decision.

The kids are not sleeping in like I had planned so there are no peaceful morning coffee breaks for dear old Mom. And while they do play together pretty well they are after all siblings, so there is a lot of yelling, screaming and attempted tattling.

As I reflected on Mr. Crackers words, I took a gander at the mess in the family room, and the sitting room, and the dining room, and thought about all of the messes in the rooms upstairs and replied back, "Yea, I'm really not getting anytime to clean the house. I started cleaning the upstairs bathrooms ealier today and only got as far as wiping down the counters before one of the kids caught my attention with something else."

Mr. Crackers looked at me and said, "Oh, that's not what I meant. I was just thinking that you wouldn't have any time to get the ingredients for the subs tomorrow night for dinner since you've got the kids all day."

"Oh that," I scoffed, "going to the store with them will be easy. They're both old enough now that they actually help out quite a bit in the store. We'll make a quick run and get what we need -- no problem."

Seriously, it's like I didn't even know my own children anymore. A quick and easy trip to the grocery store with 2 children? Well, let's just say that's not really something I see in my immediate future.

I attempted the "easy" trip with them this morning and after 1 hour and 15 minutes we finally had what we needed to make the subs. I spent most of the time in the store on 3 activities:

1. Trying to corral my hooligans so that they were out of the way of other shoppers while also trying to prevent them from touching EVERY SINGLE ITEM that their eyes fell upon in the store.

2. Taking them to the bathroom 3 -- yes 3 -- different times.

3. Backtracking down aisles several times because I kept passing items I needed while my attention was focused on item #1.

As with all shopping trips that involve my kids I ended up purchasing items that were not on my list, so my few intended items ballooned up well beyond what was allowable in any of the store's express check-out lanes.

Oh, well. At least I got something out of the deal too. As I was pulling the cart toward the check-out lanes I noticed that 12 packs of assorted Mike's Hard beverages were on sale for $12.99. It's like the angels were sending me a message or something. I mean, while a meatball sub sounded good, a Mike's Hard Lemonade to wash it down with sounded absolutely divine after the hour I just spent in Kroger. So I added the 12 pack to my now full cart and headed over the registers with a smile on my face.

And so goes another day of summer vacation...

Water under the bridge

Last week we traveled with some good friends to western New York where we rented a cottage on a small lake. The cottage was in the quaint town of Batavia located between Buffalo and Rochester and while you couldn't pay me enough money to live in that part of the country from December - March, it is absolutely a beautiful place to be in the summer.

We spent the week fishing and swimming in the lake as well as visiting some of the local attractions. Since we were only an hour away, Niagara Falls topped our list of places we felt we really needed to go see.

After doing a bit of research we decided that the Canadian side of the Falls was where we wanted to be, so we loaded up the mini-vans and headed for the Falls...and parked on the American side. Apparently our friend Kris had heard from one of his friends that it was easier to park in America and then walk across the bridge to Canada -- which according to this friend equated to a walk of about 2 city blocks.

So we paid our $10.00 to park & made our way to the Falls. It was a somewhat cool overcast day, but that didn't damper our spirits (much). After we got the viewing area we realized that while the walk across the bridge itself may have only been 2 city blocks long, getting from the American viewing area to the Canadian viewing area would have been a walk closer to 3 miles. This was something that neither family was willing to take on with 4 kids under the age of 8. So, since we already paid to park, we figured we'd make the most of the attractions on the American side.



After a short time gazing at the Falls from above, while Mr. Crackers continually asked me, "What's next?", we headed to buy our Maid of the Mist tickets. Note to self: DO NOT drive to the Grand Canyon with Mr. Crackers. A 3 day drive followed by a 5 minute viewing of the Canyon while Mr. Crackers peppers me with the question "What's next?" will make my head pop off.

While I had visited Niagara Falls a couple times in my past, I've never ridden on the Maid of the Mist & I was excited (and a little nervous) to get on the boat and see the Falls from the water.

So we put on our blue ponchos and prepared ourselves for the trip.

My family...a bunch of goofballs!

Little did we know that these would be the last moments of the morning where we would see a smile on my son's face. Apparently Mr. Crackers & I had both (conveniently) forgotten that while he loves to swim and jump in the water, C hates to be splashed in the face with water. I mean he really hates it. Oops.

We boarded and at the request of our son (who may have already started to realize that he was going to get more than a little wet) we stood back a bit from the front of the boat. This was the moment I realized that I was not going to be able to take very many pictures of the Falls while standing near the front of the boat because of all the water... you would have thought the ponchos would have clued me in earlier to this fact, but it wasn't until I got that first cold spray in the face that I stuck the camera back in my pocket.

I did manage to snap a couple of shots without ruining my camera. I wish it had been a clearer day, but I was still in awe of the power of all that water crashing down. The American side of the falls was cool, but the Canadian horseshoe portion of the falls was even better (that is unless you are my son C and don't like to be splashed in the face with water AT ALL, in which case you won't really like either one of the Falls, but you will especially HATE the Canadian side)

Here's the view of the Canadian Horseshoe Falls as seen from underneath the boat's canopy where I stood with my now irate son C who kept shouting "I hate this! We are getting too wet and we are too close to the those waterfalls! I just want this to be over!" Well, at least he can say he tried it. And even though I also got nervous a couple of times, I loved it. It was a terrific experience.

After we got off the boat, we asked the kids if they were up for climbing the path that went closer to the falls and we were met with these expressions that were mixed with equal parts of crankiness, hunger, exhaustion and incredulity.



Apparently, none of them cared that the sun had finally made an appearance and that the adults could get better pictures of Niagara now. Since we were also getting tired & hungry, we beat a hasty retreat to Buffalo so we could dine on the chicken wings from Anchor Bar that made the city famous. Mmm...

After lunch, our friends decided to head over to Canada to see the Falls from that side. Based on my own children's reaction to the American side, we opted out and headed back to the lake house.

Once there, we put on our own water show.

Where my three favorite people demonstrated how much they like water that wasn't rushing by in rapids and falling down into deep gorges with tremendous power.

Water that was cool and still and begging to be disturbed with a jump or a dive.