Surfing 101.

The last day of our mini vacation was spent at the beach again. Papa J is always itching to get into the water and he really wanted to go surfing. He was also determined to get me into the water.

My brother is a surfing addict. He and his roommates surf all.the.time. They even have a house full of surfboards. I took a couple of pictures just to document.

The second set of boards are boards that his roommate buys, fixes up, and then re-sales. But seriously they live to surf. My brother also teaches surf lessons so naturally he wanted to get me into the water as well. Luckily his roommate had a wetsuit I borrowed, otherwise I wouldn't have even thought of it.

Papa J was the first to get in. He had a little trouble at first, but then got the hang of it. Both he and my brother caught the same wave and rode it together. Too bad I was watching two little girls so I wasn't able to get a pic, but I still got him riding a wave. And to all of you surfers out there, we know these waves are small. We do not at all call ourselves surfers by any means.

I was next in. But before we headed into the water, my brother wanted to give me a few pointers as to how to stand on the board. As soon as I laid on the board, Z came and jumped on me. She of course had to get in on the action, too.

I then proceeded to the water and what do you know? I caught a wave and I had fun. I'm usually not a fan of the salt water, but it didn't bother me so much this time around. I have tried surfing once before in Hawaii, but really had no luck with it. I guess the second time around isn't as bad. I think surfing, wakeboarding and snowboarding all have the same balancing issues and use a similar stance.

While we were in and out of the water, Z ran around happy as ever. Cici on the other hand got caged by Papa J. He wanted to make sure he scored some pictures of me on the waves and the only way possible was to put Cici in her crib. She doesn't have a happy looking face, huh?
But as soon as she was out, she was happy as ever to be playing in the sand once more.

We were sad when we had to leave, as all things come to an end, but we have even more reasons to go back. My brother was so stoked that we surfed together and is now determined Papa J does his residency in San Diego. We only wish.

And if this post isn't the longest I have ever done, I'm throwing in one more picture for those who are still with me. This is just to document our traveling experience with two kids. Really there is only so much you can do when going through security. Why not put the kid through as well. Really, though. How do people do it with multiple children? Luckily the airport was dead and so I was able to snap a picture really quick, but when the lines are incredibly long and people are rushing to catch their flight, there is so much pressure to get through security quickly. It's enough to get my own shoes off and such and then to add our carry-ons, stroller and two children. Man, makes me break out in a sweat again just thinking about it.