|I don't understand why we are quite so...ahem..."wide"|
in the picture, but I love it anyway.
Please take a moment to appreciate how much my bambino has grown in the last year:
|Mother's Day 2012|
|Mother's Day 2013 with Gran|
(He NEVER stops moving unless he is asleep)
In other news, Mother's Day 2013 also marks the first (and possibly last) time I ever by meat. I don't know if I've ever mentioned it, but raw meat completely and utterly disgusts me. I can't look at it without feeling ill, and I usually avoid grocery store butcher's like the plague. Seriously. If it wasn't for Trevor, I'd probably still be a vegetarian.
But Trevor wasn't able to go to Whole Foods because he was at home trying (unsuccessfully) to convince Banner that taking a nap was a good idea. So, it fell to me to buy turkey and beef patties for grilling out at Gran's. To my credit, I only gagged once. Unfortunately, I also got light-headed and I'm pretty sure the butcher wanted to kill me. Since I've never bought it before, I had no idea that there are ground meat options. In fact, I thought the option WAS "ground". But since I also cannot cook (or answer any questions related to cooking, for that matter), I was unable to tell the butcher what I was going to do to said meat other than "grill it like a burger". I finally pleaded with him to choose "something that would taste good cooked between to pieces of bun" for me. He rolled his eyes, chose the middle of the three ground beef and ground turkey options, molded them into patties and I was on my way.
OMG, never again.
(Even if it was the best turkey burger I've ever sank my teeth into. )
(Which it totally was.)
I am totally my own worst enemy sometimes.