Progressive Dinner

So here's the wacky thing. We managed to eat the same thing for once - an oven-baked potato and egg frittata thing I roughly copied from a magazine - but all at different times. I was of course starving by dinnertime and ate my piece the second it came out of the oven. Piper gobbled hers up once it was no longer steaming, and Maze, well, she took bites here and there while also drawing "tiny bugs" with badly-needing-to-be-sharpened colored pencils, handing out stickers to all of us (cats included) for "doing a good job" (still not sure what we did to merit those), and playing the xylophone (chopsticks and a sushi roller-mat-thing). Arthur ate his two hours later - post-yoga. The meal was actually put together while the girls napped - around 2 p.m., then refrigerated until we were ready to bake it. That's almost as good as a crock pot meal - mixed in the morning, delish by dinner. It's crazy to me how tough it is to get everyone to eat the same thing, at the same time. We're not even dealing with soccer schedules yet (I cringe just writing that) or ballet rehearsals or chess team matches (whatever floats their boats, right?). We're just a fairly boring family of 4 who, aside from work and some occasional yoga, doesn't do a whole lot. So I definitely see the challenges before us - dinners together could get gobbled up by so much other stuff. Writing this blog is reminding me that dinner isn't just something to lovingly create - it's something to lovingly protect.