This weekend Andrea and I made another trip to Costco. On the weekend. In the middle of the day. Apparently, everyone else in Chula Vista had nothing better to do on a gorgeous Sunday than to frequent Costco as well. The things we do for cheap consumer goods.

Upon entering you have to be aware of your surroundings and know exactly where you want to go because once you miss an aisle there’s no safe way to double back. Moving through Costco is like running with the bulls in Pamplona - you have to keep moving or you’re going to get run over. There’s no such thing as browsing at Costco - you have to be quick and decisive. Unfortunately, Andrea wanted to browse - after all we’re still new to the Costco experience - and I was following her with the cart. Now, even in her very pregnant state, she could dart across aisles like the frog crossing the street in Frogger (she’s deceptively quick for a pregnant woman). I, on the other hand, was forced to follow in the large, cumbersome cart and many times I didn’t make it. I kept getting run into or cut off by crazy shoppers (in fact, I think there’s a direct correlation between crazy Costco shoppers and crazy Southern California drivers). Finally, we were able to make the rounds of the entire store where we bought many things we probably didn’t need but did anyway because it was cheap. We’ll be eating pastry for the next two weeks (Tip: Don’t go to Costco when you’re hungry).

Of course, this will all be worth it when we’re only paying 13 cents a diaper - crucial when you’re changing 140 diapers a week.