I’ve been waiting for and worrying about family dinners pretty much all of Wes’s life. Family dinners are so critical, every article seems to shout. The root of so many important life skills! But my child needs to start his bedtime process at 6:30 p.m. (6:00 p.m. if there’s a bath involved!). I can’t eat dinner every night at 5:30 p.m., especially if Sean’s not home yet. But we’ve had a shift! Wes seems to be ready for a 7:30 p.m. bedtime which means everything shifts up half an hour. I probably won’t eat with him on weeknights, but we can have weekend family dinners at home! We’re so excited! A few Sundays ago we had our first in house family dinner and we did it in true Sean fashion. With homemade ravioli that also involved roasting a pie pumpkin for the filling.
Sometimes I play with image order to better tell my story, but this is exactly how things happened. Sean worked the whole time, but Wes would work a little, play a little, work a little, play a little. And there were times where things got a little tough with a small child running around the kitchen, but overall it was lots of fun. We played a Frank Sinatra Pandora station to fit with out Italian theme, and Wes and I occasionally danced to keep little fingers away from Daddy’s projects.
Luckily we had brunch with a friend earlier in the day and we mentioned our pasta making. She asked us about our flour and told us we really needed semolina in order to be successful. So even though we were already pushing nap time at the end of brunch, we made a quick detour and found both semolina and “00” flour, which was the flour Sean’s recipe called for. We only used semolina this time and we really happy with the dough. Next time we’ll try “00” and see what that does.
Very sadly, the only person that liked our pumpkin ravioli with sage butter sauce was me. Sean ate his but wished he’d gone with a different filling. Wes is just a toddler and food can be so hit or miss for him. At least he tried it, I guess. It can be so hard not to make the dinner table a battleground when so much love and effort goes into the food. We didn’t fight, but it didn’t take away from the disappointment that he barely touched it.
That’s the before and after of Wes’s plate. I know you doesn’t look it, but he did it the tiniest amount.
I’m still calling this a success! Because not only did it happen, but I’m already thinking, why did you worry about the lack of family dinners? Of course Wes wasn’t going to go to bed at 6:30 forever, and, no, he’s not ruined because he missed two years of family dinners!