His dinner + Her movie + A song

Thursdays are our Date Nights (but we won't have it for much longer, right?). Mr. Woo had said he wanted to cook, but after school told me, "Actually let's eat out tonight. It's going to take me too long." This got me thinking to last week...

Last week we had Date Night in, and Mr. Woo offered to cook! I was in no way too proud to deny his heroic, adventurous attitude. We made a pit stop at the grocery store to pick up several items. Then, I was shooed out of the kitchen. During his journey in this dinner-making, I was tickled pink by some of the things that came out of his mouth...

• "I need to put on my chef clothes!"
• "Out of the kitchen. You're putting pressure on me!"
• "Do we have basil?" ("No, I only have oregano.") "What's that?"
• "What is this?"
• "What is this?"
• "What is this?"
• "Boo, I'll be eating with you, but I'll be serving you, okay?"
• Glass making full contact with other kitchen items + "Whoa!!!"
• "We charge for refills."

In the end I was able to put a wonderful "Antipasti" of Mixed Greens and Pear Salad with Terriyaki-glazed Salmon into my mouth. For the next course, he brought out the "Secondi" of Baked Salmon Nachos with Sunset Omelette Sampler.

He let me pick the movie for tonight (as usual) since the one he had wanted to watch was already checked out. Redbox had a promo code for $0.50 so we were able to use that to rent a chick flick to which Mr. Woo fell asleep snoring. The poor man was laboring in the kitchen with Google as his sous chef, going into the process without even knowing where many of the cooking utensils were. Let the man sleep!

In other wonderful news, Mr. Woo also decided after school that he is going to sing to Selah "all the time." You see, Husband's got it all planned out. He's going to play the guitar; we're going to sing duets - we being Selah and myself. He started tonight by very audibly singing at my tummy when I asked him to try and feel her kicks (I'm eager to share the joy with him). To our very pleasant surprise, she stomped on the walls of my uterus like she's hardly kicked before. Was this excitement? Anger? Out of tune? Regardless, it made me so gleeful. It's official, our Woo Two band has become Woo Three!