Tonight, the unimaginable happened: My children ate dinner. All of them, together. I prepared them steak, spinach and potatoes and let them eat at the picnic table by themselves. Without me hovering over them, they actually seemed to EAT. I ate inside, watching them with awe. The shock still hasn’t worn off. I swear I even heard “yummy” escape Ben’s lips, but I may very well have been hallucinating. Sitting down to dinner with your children is so overrated- I’ll take this over feeding him like a dog any day. Oh, how I adore 70 degree nights…
Pinch me, I’m dreaming…
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