Shopping With Cents

Or Sense. Really, I'm not certain which is more true because they both are factual. The fam, the entire fam, went bulk shopping at Costco on Sunday. We've got pennies, literally, in the account, but we made them stretch. And everyone acted, for the most part, like they had some sense in the store. They weren't totally embarrassing which would have prompted us to act totally embarrassing as well. We all behaved, for the most part. Come along on our shopping trip with us, won't you?

T.O. and 11 year old cheese it for the camera in the back on the way to the store. The sunlight looks great, doesn't it? Too bad it is only 20 something degrees F. Crappy winter.

Wee One is...well, you judge. Do you think he was excited to go? He sometimes enjoys car rides, sometimes not. The hat is his brother's, gives him a cat in the hat style with all that extra air on top.
I made 11 year old pose for this, don't think we allow him to drink. He can't do this until he's at LEAST 12. Sheesh.

Wee One is a bit overwhelmed with the size of the boxes and the amount of people in the store. He did well, though, considering all he wanted was for Daddy to pick him up. I am on one hand thrilled that my point is being validated (HUBS, YOU HELD HIM TOO MUCH), but on the other hand saddened that he is already a daddy's boy and not a mama's baby.

T.O. was really good in the store, until this point in time. He got a bit too rowdy and had to be confined to the front of the cart. He's pouting, but if I recall correctly, it was half-fake and he jumped off and got ran over about two minutes later.