The other night, for the first time ever, John and M and I sat down and shared a meal together. And not just any old meal because, realistically, all three of us have found ourselves eating at the same table at the same time, but the same meal. The same meal. It. Was. Awesome.
It felt so nice to sit around together, eating the same stuff. It felt good to eat dinner before M was in bed, too, at which point John and I usually find ourselves with grossly diminished regard for this meal called dinner due to exhaustion. It felt right and it felt whole. Oh, and we ate really healthily, too. M's a good influence on a meal.
I made a stir-fry, clean and simple. Eggplant, white onion, summer squash, zucchini, carrots, mushrooms, basil and tempeh all simmered together until they were good and cooked (for M I made sure everything was completely crunchless...no teeth here still). I made a quick side of whole wheat couscous for John and me, served the whole thing up and sat back and relaxed over dinner while M delighted in feeding herself and feeling like a big kid because she was eating the same stuff as we were.
Afterwards, John and I looked at each other and declared the baby food days over. With M willing and able to eat such a broad variety of foods now, we are heralding the days on family eating...at least until she asserts otherwise and refuses to eat anything of interest for a decade.