Anyway, thus far, since having Mr. Kimble, I've managed to do most of the shopping on a weekend, or a day when the husband is home. However, after having the family eat cereal three days in a row...for dinner...I knew I could not delay it anymore.
So I made up a list of dinners, filled out a list of ingredients, packed up baby in the snuggy (because with all I needed to get, the carseat wouldn't fit in the basket!) loaded up Georgie, and we took off down the rows and rows of packaged goods.
Now I can't complain too much, since I only had two kids with me instead of five. But it still was something I wanted to avoid, especially since I hate to expose Kimble to public germs.
However, Mr. Kimble stayed asleep the whole time, and despite Georgie prancing around the basket and aisles the whole time, and only threatening to pee her pants twice, we made it out with a FULL cart, one tired shoulder from holding my 10 lb 5 oz baby (gained 5 oz in two days!) and a happy girl who got a bag of mini marshmallows out of the deal.
Oh, and see the two people in red, staring at me in the background of this picture? They stared at me in the store, they stared at me as we left the store, and they stared at me as I loaded up the van. They were parked in the "expecting mothers" parking. Do you think they were expecting? Of course not. Anyone who can be so appalled at my full cart and...count them...TWO KIDS(!) is definitely NOT the expecting mother type.