All Hail Shamu

We came, we saw, we conquered Sea World. Here's the ubiquitous photo of Shamu to prove it:

And here's a cute dolphin we touched:

And my husband attempting to teach the sea lions to ask nicely for fish:

But enough about that. On to the important stuff. Here's my son screaming when we put him in the car seat at the start of the trip:

The screaming lasted approximately 15 minutes. That's a cheeseburger in his hand. My husband decided to shove cheeseburgers at anyone that cried instead of nuggets. When that didn't work he tried telling our 18 month old to stop crying. That makes me laugh just thinking about it.

The kids did pretty well in the hotel room. We had some moderate screaming the first night but nothing too bad. I take zero credit for that. It was my husband that talked our 18 month old into laying down. He also parted the Red Sea later that night.

The newest 4 year old thought she was at one extended sleepover party. She ate candy. She taught her brother to get out of the pack and play. She threw every pillow in the room on the floor between the beds and bounced off the side of the bed into the pile. Here she is using the bed as a trampoline:

I know. We look so normal. Let me fix that. When we got to Sea World before it opened I made everyone get out of the car and run towards the entrance like the Griswolds in National Lampoon's Vacation:

I offered to hum Chariots of Fire but my husband wasn't really down for that. He was, however, down for riding the rented stroller down a steep hill with our 18 month old:


Sea World was fun. I'd recommend it to anyone for good! clean! family! fun! Lots of stuff to see, clean bathrooms and the food isn't bad. The chick that sold me popcorn seemed like she hated her job quite a bit but everyone else was very friendly. And staying in a hotel with two small children didn't make me want to fling myself out the window. It was definitely more work. But still doable. But pack Tylenol just in case. And maybe some Benadryl if you know what I mean.