I’m Going Home, Not Sure about Cora

Good news, my blood levels went up slightly so I do not need a transfusion and I get to go home today! I am so happy. I don’t think I have been away from the kids this long in my entire life! Too bad my time away was spent in the hospital and not a tropical island somewhere!

Still not sure about Cora. Her bilirubin levels remained the same from yesterday, which is a good thing (they didn’t get worse) so she is still using “the force” to get better. I spoke with her nurse this morning and she was actually awake for her last feeding and ate 35 cc’s! That is really good news as we have had to work really hard to get her to eat 20 cc’s most of the time.

I don’t have any pictures uploaded from last night. I came back to my room and went  to bed. The doctor told me this morning to take it super, super easy until my levels have a chance to build back up. So much for being off bed rest! I plan to take her advice, since I do tend to feel pretty crummy whenever I do too much.

I’ll try to post another Cora update this afternoon and hopefully a few pictures while she is awake.

Thanks for praying and all your wonderful comments.

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Cora and “The Force”

Cora is doing great. She has been unhooked from everything except the monitors. Today we learned her bilirubin was a little high so they were putting her on a light blanket (not sure what the official term is for that).

Even though we knew she was going to be on the blanket we were still a little surprised when we went back to the NICU and saw this…

My husband and couldn’t help but laugh a little at the lights and the eye cover. We thought our Star Wars loving boys would just be thrilled to know that the doctors were using “the force” to fix her bilirubin.

During our visit with Cora I was able to feed her a bottle. The last time we tried to feed her she just wouldn’t eat, we would do everything to wake her up and she would just fall right back to sleep. This afternoon she drank about half her bottle so that was great.

While we were there I started to feel a little funny and then got lightheaded. My husband wheeled me back to my room and I am now stuck in bed. My blood levels are low (not sure how to spell them but they start with an H) and my blood pressure is low. I will be staying another night so they can check my levels again, if they don’t start coming up I will need a blood transfusion. Tonight I was told to stay in bed and eat some red meat. I am petrified of the hospital meat, so my husband is bringing something from the outside. I did choke down half a bowl of hospital spinach, but that was all I could handle.

At first I was upset about having to stay, but then I realized I will get another day in the hospital with Cora, yeah! There is a possibility that she may come home tomorrow, so it would be awesome if we could come home together! Hopefully she won’t be discharged before me!

More updates to come…

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The Key

This is Our Story, or my journey to become The Happy Housewife. I write a new chapter every few weeks, to catch up start at the beginning.

A few years earlier in my life I decided rather foolishly to move out. On the way out the door I attempted to remove the house key from my key ring and return it to my father. He handed it back to me and told me no matter what, I could always come home.

So, I was pregnant, unhappy, and scared. For those of you who have lived on small military bases you are probably familiar with a little thing called gossip. This base excelled at gossip and it wasn’t long after I found out I was pregnant that everyone I met told me a horror story about some lady who just had a baby. It went a little something like this;

Person I hardly knew: Hi UnHappy Housewife, I heard you were pregnant.

Me: Um, yes.

Person I hardly knew: Did you hear about Phil’s wife?

Me: Um, no…

Person I hardly knew: Well she was pregnant too, the doctors let her go four weeks overdue, then when she finally went into labor she got stuck in traffic on the two hour drive to the hospital. When she got to the hospital they told her there was no one there to give her an epidural. She was in labor for 56 hours at the hospital and finally had a c-section, the baby weighed 12 pounds.

After hearing story after story I became petrified to have a baby. Between pregnancy fears and fighting with dh, I was overtaken with depression. I would spend hours on the computer (this was before internet) playing solitaire. When dh would return from work the fighting would begin and only end when he left for his next shift. I felt trapped. I had no friends, my family was an ocean away, I had no where to turn.

Because of the stress, I was losing weight, my doctor didn’t seem concerned. He told me it was normal to lose weight at the beginning of a pregnancy.

I remember sitting in the corner calling my parents, crying hysterically. I begged for them to rescue me. I was miserable, they doctor’s didn’t care about me or the baby, and my marriage to dh was a huge mistake. I wanted to go home. But my parents would remind me I was already home. I had made choices and now I needed to live with them. While I sobbed on the phone, they would calmly remind me that I needed to work things out.

Finally in the heat of an argument with dh I locked myself in the spare room and dialed my parents’ number. I was so hysterical my dad couldn’t understand a word I was saying. I was begging and pleading to move back. My dad started to explain to me why I needed to stay. In my complete hysteria I started screaming over and over, “The key! The key! You told me I could always come home! I still have the key!”

I am sure my parents agonized over their decision. I know they were worried about me and the baby, but they also believed that marriage was a commitment for life. They didn’t want me to run away from my problems, but they didn’t want my situation to get any worse. Finally after much debate and with the agreement of dh we decided it would be best for me to return to the states to have the baby.

108 days after I arrived I boarded a plane to Miami. I was going home, with no intention of ever returning.

Writer’s note: This is the story of how I became The Happy Housewife. I am writing as I have time and try to publish a new chapter every few weeks. If you don’t want to miss the next installment you can subscribe to my blog.

A Day in the Life of The Happy Housewife ~ Schedules and Real Life

In my last post I discussed my daily schedule. While I try to stick close to my schedule there are times when it isn’t going to happen. Those of you who have read my blog for a while and who know me in real life know that a few years ago my husband suffered an injury during a deployment that left him unable to drive. For about 16 months I took him to work, doctor’s appointments, therapy, and anywhere else he had to go. I was also homeschooling my kids, and taking care of my husband because many of the medications he was on left him unable to get out of bed for days at a time.

Needless to say during that time in our lives my schedule looked a lot different. Many times I was unable to plan because we would be waiting to hear from a specialist for a last minute appointment. It was almost impossible to plan for anything. Most people are not dealing with extreme situations, they are dealing with sickness, piano lessons, unexpected company, a new baby, deployments, or a struggling child. Many times these issues are temporary, but they can still take us off course very quickly if we aren’t prepared.

My advice when life happens is to prioritize. Throughout my husband’s ordeal I had two priorities, helping him and the kids. We still homeschooled but we only covered the basics. I stopped using curriculum that was teacher focused and started using books that were easier for the kids to do on their own. I still checked their work and helped them, but I tried to find materials that were easy to do in the car, at the hospital, or without me.

Some areas will have to be sacrificed. Before everything happened with my husband I was doing a great job feeding my family healthy, economical meals. When I began spending much of my week in the car or at appointments I realized that having one or two meals a week that were not so healthy were necessary for me to keep my sanity. We used a lot of paper plates that year and my kids learned to like frozen pizza.

Try to get up at the same time every day. Even though I was tired and emotionally drained I got up early and went to the gym during this time. I would listen to sermons on my iPod and it was a great stress reliever. Getting up early also allowed me to be dressed and ready to go before the rest of the house woke up. I was prepared for the day, no matter what happened.

I relied on technology to help me with the kids. There were days that I would spend four hours in waiting rooms with most of my children. (That did not include the 45 minute drive each way) Four hours is a long time for a 3 or a 5 year old to sit with nothing to do. We would have backpacks with crayons, books and other small toys, but a waiting room is still a waiting room. I finally realized that is was okay to bring the laptop and let them play a game on the computer or watch a dvd. I have never been a big fan of using the television as a baby sitter, but I realized that if your kids don’t watch it, when you do need it, it keeps them spellbound for hours.

Stop focusing on what you are not doing and find the good. Usually when we find ourselves out of routine it is for two reasons, one we are lazy or two we are dealing with outside circumstances. If you are lazy, shape up… but if you are dealing with outside circumstances realize that you cannot do everything. Focus on one thing you would like to accomplish each day. Perhaps it is making one meal from scratch, making sure everyone has clean underwear, reading a book to your preschooler, getting through math with your fourth grader, paying the bills, vacuuming the family room, or making it to all your appointments. Set small goals for each day.

If things are really tough, ask for help. If people offer to bring a meal or help with the kids accept the help! Life is not a contest to see who had it the worst and who handled it the best. By saying no and not accepting help you are preventing people from serving your family in a time of need.

Realize that in most cases the situation is temporary. If it is not temporary you will need to redefine normal, but most of the time a sick child will get better, the deployment will end, the baby will start sleeping, or the company will come and go. I tend to think about it in terms of how will my current situation affect me in five years? Most of the time I realize I will probably laugh about it, or feel thankful that I had the opportunity to learn from the experience. When things seem crazy take a step back from the situation and find perspective.

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I realize this post discusses big interruptions in schedules, for little interruptions I would encourage you to keep going with your day.  Sometimes we get so worked up with our distractions we forget to just do the next thing. Take each interruption as it happens and then move on with your day.

Coming up next… What my kids do all day.

Ultimate Blog Party ~ Welcome to The Happy House

Ultimate Blog Party 2009
Welcome to all my Ultimate Blog Party Hoppers! I know you are all busy jumping from blog to blog finding all sorts of new and wonderful bloggers. To keep it short and sweet I’ll introduce myself and then tell you the rest of the story with pictures to keep you moving right along.

I am The Happy Housewife. I have been blogging on this site for over a year. I feel like my site can be summed up by my tagline, “thriving on one income in a two income world.” I am always looking for ways to save money and reuse items in order to live thriftier and “greener.”  This year our challenge is to live on half my husband’s income in order to save for a house. I am also a military wife and mom of 6 (soon to be 7 kiddos) so I write about military life, kids, and homeschooling. The newest project on my site is writing Our Story, or the story of how my husband and I met, got married a few weeks later and well, it isn’t finished yet so I don’t want to give away the ending.

Now on with the photos….

This is me, the picture is actually a bit deceiving because we don’t live on a farm… we live in the suburbs of D.C.

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This is the rest of the fam…

Yes, I am married to Mr. Incredible. You can read all about him here.

We have a big family, sometimes people ask if we are trying to field a baseball team, I tell them we prefer soccer.

We love parties so much around here we celebrate 8 of them every year… but that wasn’t enough so this year we are adding another!

We especially love making and eating cake, would you care to join us for some ice cream cake?

Trifle?

Castle Cake?

Star Wars Cake?

or perhaps a Barbie Cake?

I almost always make the cakes myself, because I am frugal…. and I have lots of help in the kitchen.

I love to cook and share many of our family recipes too.

Okay, I don’t really make meals like that, they look more like this…

Every other week I write about Commissary deals to help military families stretch their grocery budget.

I also run a program that donates expired coupons to our military families overseas.

Occasionally I will post super great bargains, like how to get free ice cream just by going out in your pajamas.

We love to have fun and learn ways to make things cheaper and better ourselves.

I love to sew and find new ways to use old things.

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Thanks for stopping by, I promise I won’t keep you any longer.

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If you have a moment you can hop over to my giveaway and enter to win a copy of Melissa’s Great Book of Produce.

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There are some great prizes up for grabs at the Ulitmate Blog Party this year. I hope I win some cute hair bows from Chesapeake Ribbons, for my soon to be 3 girls. Or maybe a Made by Michelle diaper bag for the new baby. A gift card to the Heavenly Homemakers gift shop would be great too!

The Summer in Which I Became Frugal and Long-Haired Hippie ate Meat

Start at the beginning, Part 1.

Twenty-four days after I married long-haired hippie and moved out, I moved back in. Since I didn’t have a bedroom anymore I ended up moving into the living room, and dh came along too. This arrangement was less than ideal since the living room was the first room you saw when you entered my parent’s home. My mom hung up a sheet for privacy and we we moved all our earthly possessions into our new “home.”

This new living arrangement probably encouraged my dh to get moving on the whole get back in the Navy thing. Less than three weeks after moving in with my parents long-haired hippie became a short-haired petty officer. He was temporarily assigned duty in Jacksonville, FL while he awaited permanent orders. He stayed in Jacksonville during the week and drove home to Orlando on the weekends.

I spent the rest of the summer moving around Florida. For a few weeks I lived in dh’s grandparent’s empty condo in Tampa. This was nice except I had nothing to do during the week, no car, and no friends. This was also when I figured out dh wasn’t too good with money.

One thing dh neglected to tell me before we got married, although I don’t fault him for this- there wasn’t time,  is that he had accumulated a large amount of debt during his single years. We decided not to declare bankruptcy and to try and pay it off. This meant that most of his tiny military paycheck went to debt payments. I remember one Sunday night in Tampa, before he was returning to Jacksonville we counted out our money for the week. We had $7.62. Fortunately the car had a full tank of gas, but we didn’t have much food in the condo. I quickly learned about a grocery budget and purchased a few boxes of tuna helper and a few cans of tuna fish to last through the week. I felt bad dh’s first meal as a meat eater was tuna helper, but times were tough.

There was another time when dh took me to his favorite restaurant in Miami. Things were wonderful until it was time to pay the bill. It was only then that dh realized he left every penny we had under a mattress three hours away. I thought I would be washing dishes in Little Havana for the next week, but then remembered I had $30 in an old bank account. I pulled all of it out of the ATM in order to pay the bill and we quickly drove three hours in the other direction to retrieve our life savings.

I was very excited about dh’s rejoining the military (yes, I was naive). He told me about all the great places we could live and all the opportunities available for military spouses. I was shocked when he received orders to Panama, because to me that did not qualify as a great place to live. I was absolutely not prepared to move out of the country. In fact, dh had told me that there was no way we would receive orders to Panama because they were closing the base. He was wrong. I told him I wasn’t going to move to some third world country and he could go without me.  Dh begged me to go and told me there would be many opportunities for me to finish my degree, get a job, and see the rain forest. Finally, I agreed to go.

Dh needed to leave for Panama in a few short weeks and we quickly found out I could not go with him until he was assigned a house, which could be a month or longer. We heard through the grapevine that there were flights from Panama to Key West on a regular basis. Dh had a Navy buddy who lived in Key West so I decided to move in with him and dh could fly to the Keys on the weekend. We loaded up a small moving van and drove all night from Tampa to Key West. At some point during the summer we had also acquired two cats, and at a later point in the summer I discovered I am not a cat person. I remember trying desperately to stay awake during the all night drive. Fortunately I had two screeching cats in the back seat of the car to keep me awake.

We arrived in Key West and I settled in to my 4th home that summer. It didn’t take long for me to realize that dh’s Navy buddy lived like a pig and I didn’t want to live there. I was afraid to leave our stuff and the cats with the guy so I stayed. Meanwhile dh flew off to Panama and found out there were no such flights to Key West. I needed no more incentive to get the heck out of Key West so I called the movers, had our stuff packed, put on a boat to Panama and moved back into my parent’s house.

I spent the rest of the summer waiting for dh to be assigned a house in Panama. Finally in September he was assigned a house and I would be leaving for my tropical paradise in less than a week, or so I thought.

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The next installment has been published… Panama.

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Moving Out, Moving In, Moving Out

Start at the beginning… Part 1

Over the next several days I stopped by my parents’ house to pick up my things and take them to my new home. I avoided going over when I knew my dad was going to be home because I just couldn’t take how disappointed he was in me. (Although I deserved every bit of it)

There were a few times dh and I went over together and everyone was home. My dad would sit on the couch, watch television and pretend no one else was in the room. It was incredibly uncomfortable.

As for me, I was settling into my role as The unHappy Housewife. I didn’t know how to cook when I got married, and dh was a vegetarian. I quickly learned how to make a two meals, beans and cornbread – can of beans, box of cornbread mix and frozen pizza – unwrap, bake and serve.

Meanwhile, crazy blind guy was driving me crazy. You see, crazy blind guy was legally blind as defined by the social security administration which meant he could actually see up close, but could not see well enough to drive. He also belonged to some weird sect at our college that didn’t believe in using chemicals or wearing shoes. This meant that crazy blind guy always smelled disgusting and the apartment was filthy since he didn’t wear shoes and only rinsed his feet. I refused to clean up after this guy, so the apartment grew dirtier and dirtier.

One week night, my now always smiling brother had a baseball game. I convinced dh to come to the game even though we knew my family would be there. Dh knew nothing about baseball and I grew up in a family that thought nachos were their own food group. We arrived at the game and took a spot on the bleachers close to my family.

As the game went on somehow my dad and dh ended up sitting next to each other. Then something amazing happened, I looked over and my dad was actually speaking to dh! God had softened my dad’s heart towards dh and he was actually laughing and joking as he sat next to him. Now, my dad is a guy who loves a good practical joke, and I think he knew he had some fresh bait, as his own children had stopped falling for his pranks years ago. Realizing very quickly that dh didn’t know the difference between a baseball and a basketball, my dad was feeding dh lines to yell at the ump. Dh, wanting to create peace in my family, shouted out whatever my dad told him to say. Every bad pitch and poor call was addressed in a loud voice by dh from the stands. My dad sat there chuckling as he feed dh line after line. As we said our goodbyes after the game I had a feeling things were starting to change.

My mother-in-law, who loves parties, insisted we have some sort of reception to celebrate our wedding. My parents, who were just starting to warm up to dh offered to host this reception since no one had any money to do anything different. The reception was attended by old friends and family. It wouldn’t have surprised me if there was some betting going around behind our backs regarding how long this so called marriage was going to last.

After the reception, we headed to Tampa for our “honeymoon.” It was wonderful getaway at none other than Busch Gardens and accompanying us was my husband’s best friend from the Navy. He had come down for the reception and dh wanted to spend time with him while he was in town. Can you say romantic? My honeymoon picture was a automated camera shot of the three of us on the first drop of the Kumba roller coaster.

Needless to say I was quickly getting fed up with a filthy apartment,  crazy roommate, a honeymoon for three, plus the fact that dh didn’t have a real job (he was currently employed as a daytime bartender making about $3 a day). I was working at a local restaurant almost full time paying the bills, while dh stayed at home and did…. well I don’t really know what he did, but I wasn’t happy.

Finally after we had been married about 3 weeks I laid down the law. I told him he better get a real job, get a haircut, and oh by the way, I was moving out. I called my parents and either told or asked them, I can’t remember, that I was moving back in. There was only one slight problem, my dad had turned my bedroom into an office. I didn’t really care, I was willing to sleep on the couch to get away from the mess I had created.

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How Does Your Husband Help While He’s Away

How Does Your Husband Help While He’s Away?

Jolyn and her Air Force husband have been married for 14 years and have three children. They have so far navigated nine major moves, one deployment and countless TDYs.* She blogs over at “A Military Family Blog (a life like any other)” about the kids (of course), household projects, financial issues, traveling and cultural observations … and whatever else happens to catch her fancy. She loves to visit The Happy Housewife for inspiration in frugality and fruitful living, as well as practical tips for feeding my family healthier meals.
*TDY stands for Temporary Duty: military speak for business trip.

Early in our young marriage my husband was away on TDY (again) over my birthday. I can’t recall if we talked that day or not (this was well before the internet was everywhere) but I’ll give him the benefit of the doubt and assume that he called to at least wish me a happy birthday. But when he returned I asked him why he never got me anything, even just a card, while he was gone. He replied that since he couldn’t be around for the actual day he hadn’t seen the point. That went over well.

Since that time John and I have honed the art of coping with frequent separations as though they were second nature. Sort of. Unless, you know, it’s a short-notice trip timed for the day the movers come and you’re seven months pregnant with your third child and just landed in a foreign country. Just to, you know, throw something out there.

Something’s always going to throw you for a loop, but in general we each know our roles: he maintains the cars and works on procrastinated chores from the honey-do list and acknowledges birthdays while he’s gone; I add things to the honey-do list as quickly as he can scratch them off and basically run around like a crazy woman until the moment he leaves when I finally sigh and lean back and make the kids macaroni and cheese and chicken nuggets for four days straight while I smugly munch on my solitary bowl of salad until even I can’t stand it anymore.

Separations can be hard, whether you’re military or not. They can be especially hard if you married someone whose job frequently takes them away and you didn’t exactly understand that was part of the package deal. In my case, when I got married I was military, too. I knew the deal. However, it’s one thing to be the one going away – and quite another to be the one left behind.

Let’s just say that even if you didn’t exactly know what you were getting yourself into when you married your frequent flyer husband, you’ve since come to terms with it and pulled yourself up by your own bootstraps, so to speak. What sorts of things help you to cope while your spouse is away? What sorts of things does he do to help?

So far as I see it the challenges boil down into two main issues: communication and finances
— and communication about finances. Problems with these are cited as the main cause for marital discord even in relationships that don’t face the challenges of frequent separations. How much harder is it, especially for a young, newly married couple, when your relationship is tested — and assumptions brought to light — over long distance?

I knew a lovely young woman at our last base whose husband was getting ready to go on a special TDY. It was some high-security mystery business that offered a premium Per Diem — that amount service members get paid to cover daily expenses while they’re traveling. In this case, it was such an exceptional amount that there was no way her husband was going to use even half of it, and depending on how long he ended up being away (that was also a secret) they stood to rack up some serious savings. She was already dreaming about a down payment for a home.

The next time I saw her I could tell that things hadn’t gone exactly as she had assumed they would. The per diem rate was as great as her husband had told her it would be, but he had also spent a greater part of it on his daily expenses, mainly by ordering room service to his hotel. She was obviously very disappointed, but she just shrugged it off. It was probably very difficult for him there, she reasoned.

Listening to her story reminded me of how difficult it can be to be on the same sheet of music as your spouse when you really haven’t been sharing lives together all that long and you’re a thousand miles apart when you discover that you’re not even playing the same song. And though I did not share this story with this young woman, I was reminded of the first time my husband had a prolonged TDY very early in our marriage (again, well before the internet) and he was complaining to me about how sick everyone was of eating fast food all the time and how it was messing up their digestive systems and such. (Only his vocabulary was much more colorful.)

Well, I thought that was just about the silliest thing I had ever heard. “Don’t you have a mini fridge in your room?”

“Um, yea.”

“So why don’t you get a loaf of bread and some lunchmeat and cheese and make yourself some sandwiches? Better for you and you’ll save a bunch of money!” I’m pretty certain I outlined to him exactly how much, too, with nothing but love in my tone I’m sure. At least I didn’t have any grand notions of starting a down payment for a house.

The idea of going to a grocery store had seriously never occurred to him, nor to his roommate, nor to all the other knuckleheads he was hanging out with. Some time later we talked again, the night before he was scheduled to leave.

“What’s going on?” I asked.

“Oh, I’m just sitting here trying to eat a dozen sandwiches and a bunch of other stuff that I got at the store last night.” Yes, two days before he was scheduled to finish a four-month (or was it six?) TDY he decided to take my advice. It was a good thing he was so cute and we were so in love and he was a thousand miles away or I might have had to bop him one on the head.

It really is a misnomer that you can make money on a TDY.
If you are very frugal you can come out ahead, but probably just enough to make up for the extra expenses that appear out of nowhere, like the pizzas you ordered out with the kids as special treats while dad’s away, or the car repair you had to pay a shop for because your “mechanic” wasn’t available. And the car will need work while your husband’s gone, it’s a guarantee. If you happen to be mechanically inclined yourself, God bless you.

But I am very grateful that my husband does try to cut corners where he can when he’s away, which mainly means that he limits his eating out as much as possible or limits his alcohol intake when he does. Not a small thing — I have a friend whose husband regularly eats in steak restaurants and consumes indiscriminate amounts of alcohol on his TDYs while she’s at home dining on PB&Js with the kids. She shrugs and says she’s given up trying to talk to him about it and simply plans accordingly.

When scheduling his hotel accommodations, my husband has learned to try to reserve rooms with a mini fridge and even a microwave when possible, and he has learned to make sandwiches. I appreciate this tremendously. These are such little things, but they show that we are now on the same sheet of music. We are singing the same lyrics. Granted, sometimes we are not singing in the same key, but that’s what email is for. God bless the internet.

I would love to know what things you and your husband have found helpful to you while he’s away. Even after fourteen years, it is still a learning curve for us — mainly because the military keeps changing the rules. And those pesky kids — why do they have to grow up and lose that short attention span?

I for one can cope quite well on my own when my husband is away, thank you very much. Except when I can’t. Those are the times when a few words of appreciation from him or a note of praise can go so far — they can even breach a thousand miles. Especially when it’s my birthday.

Sea World

Cloudy gray skies greeted us at Sea World on Monday morning. We used our usual technique of arriving early, but apparently Sea World doesn’t open its parking until 8:30 am. We were the second car in the park. This was a foreshadowing of the rest of the day.

My mother joined us and was able to purchase a year pass for the price of a single day ticket because she is a Florida resident. After we entered the park the big kids headed toward the Kraken and the rest of us visited the dolphin nursery. You couldn’t touch the dolphins but they were very close.

We also visited the sea lions and otters as well as the penguins. We met up with the big kids after they had ridden the Kraken, FIVE times. We watched the Sea Lion and Otter Show which is quite funny and entertaining.

We spent the rest of the day watching shows and visiting animals. My favorite show at Sea World is Horizons which combines dolphins, whales, birds, divers, and gymnasts. This is an amazing show that the whole family will enjoy.

As we walked around the park we were surprised at the emptiness of the park. We were actually seeing the same people two and three times throughout the park.
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A great fun spot for kids at Sea World is Shamu’s Happy Harbor. This place has nets, slides, rides, characters, and water games for kids. We spent about two hours in the Happy Harbor, although my little kids could have spent all day there. We even convinced my mom to ride the Shamu roller coaster.

Grandma on the roller coaster.

Our two year old loved the carousel. She rode it four or five times.

We finished the day with Wild Arctic. This ride has two routes, one for little people and one for thrill seekers but both end up with a visit to polar bears, humpback whales, and an enormous walrus.

As we headed out of the park my big kids decided to ride the Kraken again, and again.

We had a great day at Sea World. I really like this park, it is beautiful and breezy.

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I did find a few low points during our day. Dining- the food is overpriced in my opinion. A kid’s meal is about $8 compared to $5 at Disney. The dolphin exhibit is now pay per person to feed the dolphins… $7 a person. If you don’t feed the dolphins you really don’t get to see them up close. For years you were able to buy a tray of fish and feed the dolphins, not a per person price.
Aside from those two things I thought we had a great day. My advice would be to bring a lot of snacks and eat after you leave the park.
Flamingos on Parade

That funky green thing is actually a sea horse.

A great day!

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Anheuser-Busch is once again offer free admission to military and up to three direct dependents in 2010 with their Hero’s Salute program. Thank you Anheuser-Busch!