I did not take any pictures tonight. So this post is my mental picture, a note to stash away for someday when I wonder about what it felt like to be 33, pregnant, a mother of one, and still fairly newly married.
I made a dinner of baked chicken (lemon, rosemary, onion, olive oil, salt, pepper, and some whole garlic all tossed in Nigella style - it marinated for 2 days, yum!), baked potatoes, salad, and chopped up fresh pineapple. I started making baked potatoes with oil and salt on the outside and am hooked (see here for full description).
I had some loved ones happily eating at the table with me. I cannot convey how happy this makes me to see. I've been reading loads of cookbooks and trying new ideas. Taking advantage of Adam eating meat for me during this pregnancy, trying to find things that are crowd pleasers and toddler friendly.
The afternoon was hot but by the time we ate it had cooled off enough to actually enjoy eating. Lately I've been getting overly warm and it steals my appetite away.
We've been eating outside on our flagstone patio under the mesquite tree nearly every night, and tonight was no exception. I like this too, since I don't have to clean up the floor after June eats.
Adam hung twinkle lights in the tree not too long ago. They make me happy.
Tonight Shorty was a sweet dog seeming so happy to just have us around.
June alternated between my lap and Adam's. Eating up bite after bite of potato, chicken. She even ate two roasted garlic cloves. And then most of the pineapple.
And there were barely any dishes to wash afterward.
This is a true story!
And part of life that I want to remember.