Trying to Kill the In-Laws...Again

Ok, I put the Pistachios away (If you are reading these out of order that makes no sense to you.) so I should be able to get through this faster - not that it matters to you, but it does to me!

In addittion to seeing D.C and spending time with the boy, one of the things that Grandpa and Abuela wanted to do was to see the Ocean. We had thought about going to the Chesapeake Bay, but that is technically not the Ocean, so after school on Friday they picked me up, and off to Delaware we went. (Now, those of you reading from out West, it probably sounds like a long drive to travel across another state to get to the Ocean. For example, if you are my family in Boise, and you wanted some great cheese with an ocean view, you would have to drive 511 miles to Tillamook, Oregon. From my house to Fenwick Island State Park it is 136 Miles, roughly the distance from my mother's house to Baker, Oregon.)

The beach was deserted when we got there about 5pm, which was great for us! We had brought a picnic with us, but first things first, we needed to check out the Ocean!

When you are 3 years old, even little waves seem like Typhoons! (As we will see in a moment, little waves can kick your butt just as well as the big ones!)

Owen was explaining to me that he would play over here in a tide pool.

The water wasn't too cold, and once he realized that the waves weren't going to get him...

Owen started to be his normal self...Rawr!!!!

We almost lost Dickie before he even made it to the water. You've probably heard of quicksand right? The stuff is wicked...it just about swallowed him whole!

Ok, so now we make it to the point where the Ocean tries to kill the in-laws. When you are dealing with waves there are a couple of rules to follow. One of the important ones is to never stand where the waves are breaking. Either stand up the beach so the waves wash up over your feet (and suck the sand out from underneath you...pretty cool), or stand out right before the waves break, so you get to ride them for a bit, but they don't pound the crap out of you. If you end up where the waves are breaking, it is called the washing machine for a reason. (I bet you can tell what is about to happen...)

Notice how I am out father than Grandpa and Abuela? There is a reason for that, which I am just going to let the next 6 pictures show. Ready? Here we go!

Why Beki kept taking pictures while her parents were being tossed about in the see I do not know, but it makes for good entertainment! They were both just fine in the end, got to have a first hand experience with the power of the Ocean, and had a good laugh about it. All the while, since the tide was coming in, Owen's little tide pool was growing bigger. I don't know if he was trying to shrink it by throwing sand into it, or if he just liked throwing sand (my money is on the latter), but while Grandpa and Abuela were fighting to escape the sea, he was just hanging out throwing sand.

Take that Ocean!!!

That's right, there is more where that came from!

He eventually stopped throwing sand and went back to playing in the pool.

We put the cameras away when we all started playing in the pool, so we don't have any pictures of Owen once the waves started running into the pool, but he decided that little waves weren't too bad, and liked to splash in the bubbles. After dinner Owen decided that it was time to look for sea shells.

Mommy and Grandpa looking for sea shells. Mommy found a big intact one by the lifeguard tower.

Owen kept his sea shells in his big yellow bucket.

Finally the sun went down and it was time for us to go home...bye bye!