It’s Sunday, and we are going camping on Thursday to celebrate Joel’s 30th birthday.  So what do you think we did today?  YES, that’s right – we took a trip to Costco where we spent an enormous amount of money on two shopping carts full of stuff.  I’m slightly embarrassed by that fact – two shopping carts and the boys aren’t even teenagers yet.  And these are not small carts but super sized carts.  Oh, and for the first time, the boys each had their own cart.  You’d think they would have been happy with the arrangement, but no.  After 15 minutes, Nicholas demanded to sit next to Dexter and they then spent the rest of the trip fighting over holding food, a pocket mirror, and Trouble, the stuffed dog.  (I have to say, I understood when Katie took a principled stand as we were leaving the van, and she presented Dexter with two choices for toys to take in with him, and he refused to decide, so she said “fine” and left them both in the car.  I understood, but dear god, couldn’t she just have hidden one in a pocket?  It’s not like Dexter has ever sat still for more than 15 minutes in his life (excluding times when Thomas the Tank Engine is on, or he has a shape sorter-Joel)

The trip, not so interesting.  The fun stuff came afterwards.  You see, it was 11:15am when we finally made it through the check-out line which coincided with the boys’ lunch time. (I had to rip open a bag of string cheese while in the checkout line to appease our 2 year olds.)  The line was short to their food court.  Joel suggested I pick something up for lunch.  He figured we’d take it home and eat it.  I bought food to eat there which of course, Dexter rejected.  Oops.  We parked the carts, left the boys strapped in, and attempted to feed them.  Nicky was fine munching on the pizza but Dexter was not.  We drew some odd stares from the other patrons as I started to rummage through our purchases, looking for food for Dexter, opening one box after another.  In the meantime, Joel made a HUGE BLUNDER.  He fed the boys Coke.  They LOVED it.  Who wouldn’t?  It’s like pure sugar.  Anyway, I caught him in the act and asked kindly for him to stop.  I tossed Joel a Gogurtand be both fed one to the boys.  Joel had a bit of a problem learning how to administer yogurt in a tube to Nicholas and the tube erupted twice in a lovely display of flying yogurt before he finally got the hang of it.  Our lunch ordeal finally ended and we headed back to the van to get warm.

When we got home,  Dexter refused to get out of his carseatso I left him there with the van door wide open and proceded to help Joel and Nicholas unload the van.  It took one trip before Dexter decided the car seat wasn’t his best option for fun.  While Nicholas pushed and carried an assortment of items into our garage (he is such a good helper – at times – he was very eager, running back and forth from the van to the shelves, carrying one item after another.  He set each one down just behind the one before, so when he was done, he was only walking 2 or 3 feet into the garage), Dexter explored Kanga (the van). 

With Kanga unloaded, Joel let the boys have free reign of the van.  Kanga was the best toy EVER.  Dexter started by latching the car seat harnesses, and then yelling for dad to “OPE, OPE!!” them again.   As the back became empty, He started to explore, and looked uncommonly proud of himself when Joel first came around the side door to find him sitting in the back row.  Both boys started climbing in and out of seats, opening and closing compartments, and then finally making it past the center console and to the “cockpit”.  They discovered how to eject CDs.  They figured out how to turn on and off the hazard lights.  They sat in Malin’s seat in the third row, played in the driver’s seat, ran all around the van and figured out how to shut the side door and lock the van.  Good think we had the keys or they probably would have taken her for a spin around the block.

I wish we had thought about snapping pictures of their adventure because Nicholas and Dexter had a grand time.  Lots of squeels of delight could be heard from the van.  Another adult oasis gone.  Seriously, the boys are like the Huns – they just keep conquering one territory after another from us.

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