New levels

I feel we entered a higher level of adulthood as we just became Costco members last Friday. We went today, making it my fourth trip in the past week! We are going to eat at least $55 worth of samples in a year, that's for sure. I have no shame in sampling. (Please note I'm also a fierce price comparer.  I have bought few items, and written lots of prices down to compare at other stores. So far I know that eggs, milk, pure maple syrup, naan, applesauce pouches, TP are for sure better. Bananas at .66 cents per lb is no-way-Jose. Any other costco tips?)

Today I stood in line for probably four minutes to try the tuxedo cake. I mentioned to the two ladies behind me how this one was worth the wait!  They, too, agreed. I took two. Then, standing next to the cart with Perris to enjoy our tiny piece of goodness, I get a good chunk on my fork and as I bring it towards my mouth I can feel myself salivating in anticipation. My fork reaches my mouth and is deeply disappointed in tasting only a slightly sweet-coated plastic fork. I moan in sadness as I see my big chunk of chocolate deliciousness on the cold, hard, concrete Costco floor. Perris thought my reaction was pretty funny and happily gave up the rest of his sample. 

This was an exciting moment of my week. Obviously. 

But so was this:

I die of adorable overload. 

And this:

He who napped in his boots last week and napped in his mittens this week.  The mittens thing didn't work the next day for nap though when he realized he couldn't get his belly button while wearing them. He must touch his "pupo" when falling asleep. He has gone to great lengths to find it in days past (with onesies on!). So it was off with the mittens and on with the soft comfort of dearest said ombligo.