Today we headed to Costco for a grocery run around lunch time. We started by grabbing a bite to eat - we all love Costco cheese pizza! I couldn't cut the food fast enough for B. He would let out a scream, yell, whatever you want to call it, between each and every bite. (So wish he would learn to sign or talk, cause he has an opinion he is trying to share)
Then off to the potty... always an adventure with 3 little ones... holding B while trying to help Bug up on the potty... and can you imagine how hard it is to pull up your own pants while holding a 1 year old... I am sure many of you can actually totally picture it, because you have done it before : )
On to the shopping... enjoying samples along the way
And what Costco trip is complete without random comments from strangers...
grandpa #1 "You have your hands full!"
me: "Yes and I love it!"
grandpa #1: "I had 4 kids, I know what you mean!"
Made me smile
Then a lady stopped me for a few minutes to ask if 3 kids is really doable. "Umm, yes! Of course! It is busy, especially once the baby is mobile. But totally doable!" I don't know if she was convinced or not...
Then the chaos really began. H was my helper, grabbing some of the groceries for me. He picked up the salad dressing that I asked him to get. Instead of putting it right into the cart, he decided to shake it... just like daddy does. I should have asked him to put it in the cart, but I figured he had it. Two isles later, he dropped it, the plastic lid split and the floor of Costco was covered in Italian dressing! Uggh! We had to find a worker to clean it up, apologize, ask if we can pay for it, wait for them to clean it up... not fun, but it happens.
Then we get to the checkout... B was OVER being in the cart and was starting to take it out on Bug, who was sitting next to him. So I put on my Beco, and put him in. Then started unloading groceries. I must have looked pathetic. Because grandpa #2 set down his Nicorette Gum, and silently starts unloading my cart. "Thank you I said." He nodded. Again once the cart was unloaded, I told him how much I appreciated his help, he didn't say a word, just nodded! I thought that strange, but I was thankful none the less.
Walking out the kids ask the receipt-checker at the door for a smiley face. To which she obliged them. She handed the receipt to H, who was walking. Two feet out of the door, H is walking with his hand on the side of the cart and admiring his receipt smiling at him, when he stepped toward the side... BUMP.... I heard the cart wheel over his foot. AHHHH! H is screaming (and for good reason - a huge, fully loaded cart just ran over his toes)! I bent down (B still strapped on me) and tried comforting him... still crying... I looked up at the cart and there was not an inch of room to put B back in or to put H in. I contemplated putting him up on my shoulder to make it to the car. Just as I was analyzing my possibilities a lady ran over and said, "Can I please help you?" "Yes, please!" So this sweet lady, pushed the cart with Bug in it, while I carried B on the front and my huge 5 year old on my hip to the car. Then she proceeded to unload all of my groceries while I strapped in the kid. She was a God-send for sure!
We survived! H's toes are just fine, he hasn't even complain about them since we have been home. I am learning to accept help when I need it and realizing that I probably really do look like I have my hands full!