Before my son was born, hosting guests in our home looked very different than it does for me now that I have a toddler on the loose. No longer do our guests arrive to find a 5 or 6 dish meal with homemade biscuits on the table, where we all open our Bibles and carry on (uninterrupted) conversations about the book of Galatians or the doctrine of baptisms.
Although my little guy finally sleeps all night (most of the time!), and my husband and I look slightly less like baggy-eyed raccoons than we did last year at this time, I still will probably never attempt to create meals for guests like I did before the commencement of motherhood (from-scratch-pasta anyone? a multiple course Asian meal?). These days, I just try to make sure that the peas are salted, double-check that the dishwasher did its thing for the silverware, and scoot trains from off the rug at the front door.
Oh, and prep my two-year-old not to pee on our company. Stuff like that.…