As we crossed the border into Queensland and the clock wound back an hour, we had no idea the havoc it would wreak. Waking patterns were thrown completely out of kilter for almost the entire duration of our stay. The boys kicked our first morning off early. 4.47 kind of early. Complete with a glaringly bright sunrise to greet the day. It was shaping up to be a looong and challenging ride. Until we resolved to turn it around. Much like many of the days we were away. A sheer determination to make the most of the premature start to the morning, being the key.
I've only been to Seaworld once before. Scott and I were newly married, young and fancy free. We loved it back then and despite our experience being a little less relaxed this time around... we enjoyed it even more. Because the expressions on the faces of our boys simply can't be matched. Sure, there were moments when Angus had his cranky pants on and tried to flex his muscle in the planning of our next moves and decision making. And there was Felix's hissy fit just as the dolphin show was about to start... which meant he and I watched all the tricks and twists and turns, a good distance away from the action. But on the whole, a sensational time was had by all.
The morning and afternoon wet T-shirt sessions, to cool down in the blistering Gold Coast heat, were by far my personal favourite moments for the day.