can I keep him, pleaseeeee

When I was little,

I was obsessed with baby animals.

puppies, kittens, chickens, bunnies, raccoons...

you name it,

I loved it.

And I wanted them.

All of them.

I was constantly asking my parents if I could keep animals.

Most of the time they said no,

(thank goodness, or who knows what kind of diseases I would have)

but when they said yes,

their first question was always

can you remember to feed it?

Obviously they wanted to make sure I could handle having a pet.

Yes! I promise!  Can I keep it, pleaseeeee?

For the first few weeks,

I kept their food and water bowl full.

But as the newness wore off,

I would forget.

I didn't really worry about it though,

because my parents were always there as back up.

They fed my animals when I forgot,

so they wouldn't die.

Perfect.

Let's relate this with my cooking.

For the first few weeks after we got married,

I cooked constantly.

But as the newness wore off,

I forgot.

I haven't really worried about it though,

because my grandma lives 100 feet away.

She has been feeding my hubs,

so he hasn't died. 

We get home from work,

she calls us and says

Hey supper's ready! Are you all coming over?

....

well duh.

Who could turn that offer down?

So that has been our routine.

However,

I started thinking about it...

and I started to worry.

I mean,

we're not always going to live right beside my grandma...

and what if...

what if I can't remember to feed him?

What if I can't keep him alive?

I decided that I needed to practice now.

You know,

while I still have my grandma for backup.

So yesterday,

I made a menu and went shoppin'.

mozzarella and pepperoni stuffed chicken was on the menu for tonight. 

I got the recipe off of pinterest.

It was DELICIOUS.

He's still alive.

His belly is full.

And he's happy as a lark.

So far so good.