Onward bound - To the beach!

So today we planned to go to the beach.  Yup you heard that right, the DQ2.0 and I actually planned taking the Kizzles to the beach...  and we were sober.

So this took a lot of planning ... and packing...

Both of which the DQ is good at.

Exhibit A:

Now, I will say that I added the Bumbos later.  You really must look at the Radio Flyer to see the true product!

We're Off, like a promdress!

So, we get there at 8:45am right before the mass of humanity arrived.  Whew!  The Editor dutifully hauled out the RadioFlyer with stuff in tow and drudged out, leaving the BY Universe in the Santa Maria to enjoy some AC...  Wow!!!  A drudged did he do!

About 20 minutes later,  I stake out our plot of sand and begin to unfurl the packing!  I take out our newest addition to the BY stockpile, a SportsBrella!  Not sure who named it, but essentially it is a large umbrella that has a stake and 2 flaps that can tie down.  Got it at Sam's....ahhh Sams!  Then I figured out where the shade was and laid out the blankets and bumbos.  Back to the Santa Maria!!!!

There the crew was all enjoying some AC...  Each adult grabbed a Twizzle and began the trek.  The Pizzle actually walked... almost the whole way.  She got bogged down in the sand, and had to be rescued by the DQ.

Then we plopped down, and the Editor set up the tent.  We were in business.  We did bring cameras and smartphones, but let me just say, there was not a moment to use them.  I dropped mine in the Ikea bag, and never saw it again. 

Pizzlesticks during the Camp Yarnoz setup just kept mumbling "Kempah go in the watah!  Kempah go in the watah!"  Finally we had to relent.  With an inch of lotion, Pizz and DQ drudged out to the watah.  The Editor was stuck with the Twizzles...  Mila was chillin in the Bumob and Coco was whining in the port-a-crib.  Sheesh!  Seems he just wanted a little breeze over his mongo dome!

DQ and Pizz returned soaked.  The Pizz is now a daredevil, and took each waved head on!  Seems the DQ didn't like that too much, and brought her back for the lifevest... and Editor.  After putting on the vest, "Kempah wants to go in the watah!  Kempah wants to go in the watah!  Kempah wants to go in the watah!"... Ok ok !

So back we go!  Those little chubby legs were no match for 1foot waves!  She definitely got knocked ov-ah a couple of times.. prompting a scoop from the Editor.  Then it quickly became "Kempah go swimming!"  And off we went...

This was pretty much the rest of the morning.  DQ and Editor alternating trips with the Pizz to the watah!  Next thing we new, it was noontime. 

"Kempah want saaandwich!"  Ok 

At this point, the amazingly good Twizzles promptly erupted simultaneously.  So did the Pizz.  Time to go!  The DQ and I then grabbed the kids and motivated in stages (as we had planned before).  Stage one was Kizzle removal.  The Kizzles would be taken back to the Santa Maria.  Stage two was Shizzle removal.  The Editor would return to the CampSite and remove/break down our stuff. 

Stage One:  DQ takes Mila.  Editor takes Pizz (who didn't want to walk anymore) and the Dude.  We begin to walk back.  Man it started getting hot!  Wow, how far away did we park!  Holy mackerel!  With each step, the KP and Dude begin to weigh on my massively bulging biceps.  (shameless promo)  My 2 inch pythons had not been keeping up with the Joneses; my Kizzles were gaining weight!  But I trudged on....must.....not.....drop....one.....

We made it to the Santa Maria.  But this time, I had a good deal o sweat going, dripping from my chin to the Dude...  poor guy.  I threw them into the carseats, started the Santa Maria, pumped the AC, and set off back to the campsite.

Argh!  How did I volunteer for this plan?  Who's idea was it?  Wow!  I make it back to the site, and start breaking down things.  I start to pack up Radio Flyer.  I finally finish the cleanup and look at it... wow... it definitely didn't look that way when we came out here.  Chairs were stacked on Bumbos.  Mats were sticking straight up.  A perilously perched umbrella teetering on top.  Hmmm... I think... No time to reload... must move on...

I set off for the car... 

Oh my god!  The dang RadioFlyer was like 5 times heavier now.  I look back on it... Did we harpoon a whale or something?  Nope.  Wow...  Got to keep going...Plus the sand had been churned up by the masses, so the wheels didn't move well.  I was dragging this thing across the desert.  Add to the fact that the sand was scalding hot by this point.  I look down at my bare feet.... I can make it....  5 steps later, the pain was unbearable.  I look for the ramp... it's about 50 yards away!  I swear I though I smelt skin burning.  Where are my flipflops??  I look back at the wagon...oh crap... buried....  I couldn't take the pain much longer... (plus with my pension for passing out from pain, I figured this wasn't the best place to do it...)  I dove into the wagon, and after some maneuvering, found my flops.  But this made the wagon even more unstable.

I set off again, with my scalded feet covered by flops.  I make it to the bridge... I try to drudge up the handicap ramp...  Dang wagon didn't make turns well.  I knocked off the umbrella...  I stopped grabbed it, and threw it back on top.  I maneuver up the ramp as deftly as a bull in a chinashop.  I see the top, and of course there is a handicapped dude in a motorized scooter!  Oh come on man!!!!  Seriously!?!?!?  What the h#77 are you doing here?  He just looked at me and didn't freakin move.  I glared at him... sweat now pouring off my brow.  I barely make it to the corner, and eek the wagon by his PowerRider...  Argh!  Thanks dude!

I pass by and set off for the parking lot.  By this time, there is a line of people behind me.  I try to move the wagon as fast as possible, but there are people going out to the beach too.  The umbrella falls off again.  I stop.  Smile at the dude behind me.  "You can pass me"  I say.  "Naw"  he smiles politely "We've done this before too..."  I grab the freakin umbrella and throw it over my neck, but it swings frontwards, not backwards), and starts clanging off my stomach...  I act like I wanted that to happen, and start moving again.

Finally I make it to the parking lot.  I see the SantaMaria idling closer.... ah the DQ moved it.  She got out when she saw me...  "Where have you...?"  She sees my sweat pouring state....   "Here, I got it... go wash off"

We finally pack up, and then leave the parking lot.  Definitely learned some lessions here today!