Have you ever taken your three babies to the beach? If not, I’m gonna save you some time – don’t. If you’ve done it once, bless you. If you’ve done it more than once, you must be a masochist.
I thought I should take my kids to the beach since we’re vacationing in Florida. Of course Girly Girl had to come, too. I googled “dog friendly beaches” and wouldn’t you know one was just a couple miles away.
I pack up the double Bob stroller (wheels off so it fits better), a lunch for Aspen, food for the twins, changes of clothes, sunblock, and all the other crap that’s needed when you take three kids in diapers anywhere.
They’re all in the car and my au pair is bringing up the rear, there’s no going back now.
We got a great parking spot at the beach and I unload everyone as I repeat a chant that goes something like this: “This WILL be worth it! You’re doing it for the kids!” The twins need their bottles so I lay them flat in the stroller and wish them Godspeed as they clumsily grapple their bottles.
Oh, this beach prohibits dogs? Then why on God’s green earth is it called “Dog Beach” I KID YOU NOT. Girly Girl literally poops right in front of the sign as if to show that sign who’s boss.
I google “dog friendly beaches” and it seems as if I’m really close to where I need to be but we walk a couple hundred feet and alas, more “Dogs Prohibited” signs. But I think if we got a couple miles north we’ll be fine. So back to the car we go. <Reread and insert the paragraph about packing up the car here.>
We drive north and I think we’re in the safe zone but I ask a dog walker just to be safe. Yep, Girly Girl is free to pee on this beach. This dog-friendly beach that is no more than 50 more feet from the furthest “Dogs Prohibited” sign I’d last encountered! So now I’m super excited that I packed everyone back in the car (stroller wheels off and all) so I could take an extra 20 minutes just to move 50 feet. But at least we’re where we want to be.
However, I notice there’s no ramp to get down to the beach, just stairs. So I put my problem-solving hat on:
Step one: I exit vehicle and take the stroller down the stairs to the beach alone (after I put the wheels back on).
Step two: Run back to car and get twins and Aspen out of carseats while the stroller waits idly.
Step three: Hand one baby to the au pair, carry the other one, and pray that Aspen walks ever so more quickly than a snail.
Step four: Oh yeah, the dog. Can someone grab the leash with your extra fifth hand that all moms and child-caregivers seem to somehow possess? Great.
Step five: Go down beach steps and put Twin 1 in stroller, run back up to grab Twin 2 so the au pair can help Aspen go down the rickety beach steps. Girly Girl is in the bottom of the stroller at this point.
Commence beach day! I trudge this dang stroller through the sand. I did it but it wasn’t easy or pretty.
But the sand is hot and, well, sandy, so that bothered Aspen. The waves are loud and the water is wet – also an annoyance to Aspen. She’s also hungry. Good thing we have two bath towels we brought from our house to have a picnic on! (What we don’t have is the solar tent I had for the babies that my friend lent me because my resort “misplaced” it… ahem someone stole it.)
I have our au pair help Aspen eat the lunch I packed her so it didn’t get sandy while I fed the twins baby food and gave Girly Girl water. After changing the twins’ diapers, putting on sunscreen and their swim outfits (all done in the stroller), I took Hart to the water.
He was scared of it.
Too many things that look like bugs. See ya later, ocean.
He loved it! Yay! One for three!
Ok but now they are exhausted and nap time is coming up. I rush back, pick everything up and load it into the Suburban. Our entire time at the beach lasted a strong 31 minutes. I took some pics to prove it happened because it ain’t happening again!
Can someone pass me a Corona, on the beach, without a dog or a kid in sight? Nevermind, I just want a nap instead.
Beach and pool essentials with toddlers and babies: