As I mentioned before, Niagara Falls is great for what it is, but after a while it's nice to get out of town and do some exploring. We headed about a half hour outside of the city to the quaintest little place in wine-country called Niagara-on-the-Lake. It was a Hamptons-esque setting, located between Lake Ontairo and numerous vineyards. The restaurants were fun, the flowers on the street were abundant and lovely, and there was a place to stop for dessert on every corner. Plus, they had a playground. We had so much fun the first night, we decided to go back again the next night!
So, what's it like to be in a super-charming place while trying to control the unsophisticated tendencies of three young gentlemen-in-training? Glad you asked!
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Here's Rowan, practicing his awesome manners, blowing bubbles through the straw into the bottom of his lemonade. |
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Here's Henry, about to let out a siren-scream that his cup of lemonade is empty. |
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Here's Andy, freezing. So cold, he can't carry on any conversation that doesn't involve him saying how cold he is. Why so cold, you ask? He spiked a 102 fever, of course. |
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But he rallied, especially when it was time for dessert! His choice? Blueberry muffin from the bakery (both nights). |
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Goofballs. |
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Rowan was exhausted by the time we got back to the hotel. He fell asleep during the car ride home and was down for the night! |