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I am so thankful that yesterday the P’s and I were able to be a part of the grand opening of the new Splash Zoo at the LEGOLAND California Waterpark.  The Splash Zoo is an interactive water play area specifically designed for children ages 1 to 3 and is located inside LEGOLAND California Waterpark right behind the DUPLO Splash Safari and Kid Creek. 

The new Splash Zoo features spray pads, fountains, a teeter totter and giant interactive DUPLO animals.  My P’s were in heaven trying out all the different animals to see how to make them spray.  They crawled through tunnels and under spraying fountains and LOVED the teeter totter! It is so great that the area is made specially for the little ones and that the water is heated!

Check out the Link below to see video of this fabulous new Splash Zoo and the Grand Opening Ceremonies!

A big THANK YOU to LEGOLAND California and The San Diego MOMfia for putting such an awesome day together!

Our Country has been haunted by one man and his actions for nearly a decade.  Knowing that Osama Bin Laden was still out there, somewhere, has caused fear in some…Anger in most.  But not anymore…History has been made!

Around 8pm last night I saw a post that said “Osama Bin Laden is Dead”.  My initial reaction was that is was a prank.  I did not believe it.   Since the man hunt had been going on for so long I honestly thought either 1. He was already dead or 2. We will never find him.  Then the web was abuzz .  Facebook, Yahoo, Twitter (lets face that’s where we get our news these days) were all ranting about it.  Then I got a text message from my dad and a few minutes later an email from my husband.   I turned on the TV to see news reports and had such an overwhelmingly emotional reaction.  I cried!

I cried because I think the entire nation felt a little bit of weight lifted off of their shoulders.  I cried for the families who lost someone on 9/11, who have finally seen justice served.  I cried because my husband is deployed.  And finally I cried when my stomach went sick with worry for what this now means for our military.

I think Rudy Giuliani made the perfect point on the Today Show this morning, “In the short run this could be very dangerous for us…in the long run this is a great devolopment.”

Security has been heightened with our military, as the threat of retaliations loom.  As we celebrate this Historical occasion let us also bear in mind that this in no way means that the war on terror is over.  We are still out there fighting!  Insurgents are still attacking American troops and undoubtedly there will be more attempts at terrorist attacks in the near future.

I am so Proud to be an American.  I am so proud to be the wife of a US Marine.  I am so proud of ALL our men and women in uniform who have been fighting for this for the last 10 years.  And I am praying for a safe return for all of those deployed.  On this momentous day, my thoughts and prayers are with our service members over seas and with their families here waiting for them.


Entering the ER on January 21st, and leaving with my son’s diagnosis of pneumonia and double ear infections, I had no idea that two and half months down the road he would be preparing for surgery. 

Ear infections are nothing new to my son (or to my family for that matter) but they have always cleared up with a round of antibiotics and he’s been fine.  This time was different.  Every time he finished an antibiotic his fever would come back a day later.  It seemed the antibiotics were surpressing the infection but were not getting rid of it.  Finally, over a month later and 4 rounds of anitbiotics (amoxicillan, augmenten, zythromax, and finally Omnicef) the ear infections were gone but fluid persists.

We went to audiology and ENT and found that the fluid in his ears is effecting his hearing and it is abnormal that the fluid has persisted this long.  They recommended T-tubes for him since his ears are obviously not draining properly.  They also recommended adenoid removal to cut down on his mucus secretion, and also causes the mouth breathing and snoring.  Lastly, they looked at his tonsils and immediately asked if he has sleep apnea!  I had never even considered it but it would definitely explain the fact that he wakes up crying and someitmes couging on a nightly basis.  Aparently his tonsils are very large and most likely restricting his breathing at night, especially coupled with the enlarged adenoids and the congestion.

After all that, of course they said that the surgeries were up to me and I now had to decide what to do.  After talking it over with my husband and my mother and hearing from several friends who have had children go through the same thing, we have decided that we are going ahead with all three procedures.  T-tubes, tonsilectomy, and adenoidectomy.  I could’ve chosed to wait on the tonsils but then ran the risk of him having to have surgery a second time to do the tonsilectomy down the road.

Yesterday was his pre-op appointment and he is all set for surgery tomorrow!  I am a little nervous.  In part because he is my baby, just turned three on Sunday, and the other part because he has to go under anesthesia.  I’m 28 years old and I’ve never been put under, heck aside from having my children I’ve never even been in a hospital.  It’s always scary when your children have to go through something and you don’t know how to relate. I know it’s a pretty routine procedure but I’m still worried because I’m his mama and that’s what mama’s do.   As scary as it is, though, I know it needs to be done.  He will be so much happier when it is all over.

I saw a T-shirt once that read “God took the strongest women and made them the wives of United States Marines”.  After surviving the first month of our deployment, and all that came with it, I now understand that.  Although it should go without saying the same is true for ALL military wives.

As I watched my husband walk away from me and my children and get on his bus, that would take him to an airplane, which would fly him half way around the world, my stomach was in my throat and my heart was breaking in two.  We weren’t going to see him for 7 months and although I knew we are fully capable of being with out him I found myself nervous.  Our family has experienced many, many separations but none longer than about 8 weeks.  And this time we have three children, one of which is going to roll over, sit up, laugh, crawl, and maybe even talk for the first time all while daddy is gone.  We have a little boy who doesn’t understand any of it, and can tell you that his daddy is on a trip but would like him to come back now.  He tells me “his daddy is lost”.  He is Daddy’s buddy and without him has become very clingy, so much so that if I leave the room without him he comes crying after me saying “don’t leave me”.  Our oldest is almost 5 and understands “daddy’s trip” the best but as strong as she is still misses him and has taken to lashing out at me when she get’s angry.  She knows just the right buttons to push and when I enforce a rule that she doesn’t like words come out of her mouth that break my heart, “you are mean, I want my daddy!”  All because at the age of 5 she knows her daddy is on “a trip” and that he “will come back” and “will always be her daddy”, but she doesn’t know what to do with the emotions that she feels because of the lack of her father’s presence.

Not even a week after he left, the “Murphy’s Law of Deployment” took effect.  And since then we have been climbing over what seem to be daily hurdles.  But, it is with great pride that I can say within our first month with him gone we have survived, multiple ER visits (one of which lasted 10 hours and kept us there overnight), more doctor’s appointments than I can count, a 6 hour road trip to AZ and back, $500 worth of maintenance to the minivan which meant all 3 P’s and I cramming into the Accord to go anywhere for two days, finished potty training P2 and taught him to pee standing up.  P1 had an ear infection. P2 has suffered through Pneumonia, three ear infections (which we are still working on getting rid of) and is starting his fourth type of antibiotic.  And because of all of the doctor’s visits and exposure to even more germs, all three of them caught a stomach bug and P2 and P3 conjunctivitis.  We managed a neurology visit and EEG for P3, which thankfully all results were normal, and one H*LL of an elevator ride!

At first I found myself exhausted, crying, and wondering why in the world is God doing this?  Why is he testing me so?  Then, when we hit the 1 month mark I had a sudden confidence that everything would be okay.  That I would be fine and could handle anything thrown my way.  I said to myself, “I’m not being tested, God is showing me how strong I can be!”  And with that I move towards month #2, where a visit to the Pediatric Gatroenterologist for P3 and an ENT visit and possible surgery for T-tubes and adenoid removal for P2 await,  knowing that I am strong, and that I CAN do anything so long as I have faith in myself and my own capabilites!

This is a countdown idea that I got from another fabulous military wife and friend. 

Deployments can be especially hard on young children and it often helps to have a countdown for them while their Daddy is away.  This one is made from an empty Ammo can and is decorated with pictures of the P’s and their daddy. 

Use clear contact paper over the pictures to adhere them to the outside of the can.  Fill the inside of the can with one Hershey’s Kiss for every day that Daddy will be gone and each day they get to have a ‘Kiss’ from Daddy.

As you are are planning your weekend getaway, you BBQ with friends, your extra day off of work… remember the reason for celebrating Memorial Day.  That Service Members have fought and died around the world so that you may be free.   Some may not believe in the politics of War, they may not agree on what or why we are fighting but please, as a citizen of the United States, support our Military, be thankful for them, and Honor those who have made the ultimate sacrifice; no matter what your opinions are.

Below is the poem ‘Freedom is not Free’ written by Kelly Strong.

Freedom Is Not Free

I watched the flag pass by one day.
It fluttered in the breeze.
A young Marine saluted it,
and then he stood at ease.
I looked at him in uniform
So young, so tall, so proud,
He’d stand out in any crowd.
I thought how many men like him
Had fallen through the years.
How many died on foreign soil?
How many mothers’ tears?
How many pilots’ planes shot down?
How many died at sea?
How many foxholes were soldiers’ graves?
No, freedom isn’t free.
I heard the sound of TAPS one night,
When everything was still
I listened to the bugler play
And felt a sudden chill.
I wondered just how many times
That TAPS had meant “Amen,”
When a flag had draped a coffin
Of a brother or a friend.
I thought of all the children,
Of the mothers and the wives,
Of fathers, sons and husbands
With interrupted lives.
I thought about a graveyard
At the bottom of the sea
Of unmarked graves in Arlington.
No, freedom isn’t free.
If you wish to do something more for your military get involved today!
T.A.P.S- Tragedy Assistance Program for Survivors
MCLEF- Marine Corps Law Enforcement Foundation
*each of the these provide support to survivors of fallen Military personnel
*these organizations support current military and their families while serving/deployed.
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