I called the husband before leaving work today and asked him what he wanted for dinner. The answer...bacon and eggs. See why I love this man? So I swung by the store on the way home and picked up our essential ingredients (bacon...and eggs).
Typically, one of us will make dinner. Now and again we cook together. And as of late, I involve the kid, as much as I can, in what I'm doing in the kitchen. It keeps him busy and it's a nice way to spend time together. It's also pretty cool to see his interest grow in "cooking" his food. He's my little sous chef! (Even though he likes to add cumin to everything.)
Tonight we did something for the first time - the 3 of us made dinner together. (At least I think it was our first time. It's hard for my mommy-brain to remember sometimes.) Daddy made the bacon and I taught the kid to crack eggs. I consider it a victory that we only lost one egg to gravity. The kid's main contribution was to beat the eggs. He did rather well considering he only knows how to stir things.
Tonight, not only did we make dinner together, but we also ate dinner together. Eating dinner as a family is important to me. Before kids, I never realized how hard it can actually be to get three people to eat at the same time, let alone sit at the same table while doing so!
Before kids, I also never thought that making a meal and eating it with the ones I loved would give me such warm fuzzies. Tonight's breakfast dinner is another one of those tiny memories that I will look back on and smile, both inside and out.
UPDATE: Two hours after dinner, the kid asked me for mac & cheese. I don't know whether I should be proud or worried that he takes after me and can eat dinner twice.