I joined him on his trips when we started dating, mainly just to tag along. I found it amusing to see him buy the same items week in and week out. Brian is definitely a creature of habit.
Soon, he was helping me out of his tiny two-seater convertible on Sundays as
Then we added the baby carrier to the cart and going on the "baby and diaper aisle" was a must.
We tried to figure out where to put a 3 year old AND a baby carrier in the cart when Jayce arrived. Ironically, we had less room in the cart for food, yet we needed more room for more food than ever before.
I wised up some by the time Jocelyn came around. Rear facing infant car seats aren't really supposed to go up on top of the cart like so many parents (including me) usually put them. I wore our third child in a maya wrap ring sling or in a mei tai baby asian style soft carrier for our grocery trips.
You would think that a family that is used to shopping together every week for the past 13 years had this shopping thing down pat.
Ha! Totally not.
My big kids push each other out of the cart (Don't even ask how a 9 and 12 year old still even fit riding in the cart), my husband likes to smack them on the head with the grocery list, the toddler whines that she wants to go home and eat cookies the entire time we are there, and I try to discipline all FOUR family members while making sure things get crossed off the list and not forgotten.
And don't forget that we live in a relatively small town so chances are, we are going to run into 2-3 families that want to stop and catch up with us.
Jocelyn has been also known to throw random things in the cart. She gets away with it, too, since I'm usually yelling at Jaina, Jayce, or Brian to "seriously, just stop! This is a grocery store, not a playground! Leave each other alone! No, you can't have that. No! We already have some at home. No, you can't get that. You didn't eat the last box we got!"
Last Sunday, I left Brian and Jocelyn in the produce section while I went back to the meat department to pick up a package of chicken breasts we had forgotten. I came back to this:
"Jocelyn, what are you eating?", I ask.
"Its a 'mato, mommy."
"Where did you get it, Jocelyn?"
"Right here at the store."
I turned to Brian and said, "Seriously?"
I'm trying not to think about the pesticides my 2 year old consumed from an unwashed roma tomato.
Let's see what the next shopping trip entails :)