Frustrating Part Deux

So, apparently, Costco doesn't open until 11am, just for your mental bank of helpful info. Luckily, we didn't get there for our second trip until 12, so we were safe. (Because I would've stone-cold thrown a conniption fit if it had still been closed--and by "conniption fit" I mean that I would've sat in my car and cussed and beat the steering wheel into oblivion, while my innocent baby looked on and learned new and delightful four-letter-words and two-worded, six letters each, hyphenated wordy dirds).

Once inside though, we had a good time. A super-nice fellow shopper offered me her coupon for $3 off Charmin toilet paper; we got to look at stuff that we don't normally get to look at when we're with Daddy (clothes, Christmas decorations) and we stocked up on our ginormous box of baby wipes and mega cheap baby formula (only the best for our kid).

Anna Claire also made lots of friends today, as she often does when we go shopping. In the grocery store/Target/Costco, my child? She is a ham. I mean a H-A-M, ham. We're talking brown sugar rubbed, clove-studded, pineapple ring impaled ham. So, a successful trip was had by all, the second time around.