this weekend

Well, Saturday night we were going to go out for a fabulous night on the town, but w1 told us that he would rather stay in and... wash dishes. He let his preference be known by running over to me (who was slumming with my hugely pregnant self on the couch) and signaling me to push up his sleeves. Then he pulled a chair over to the sink, which was, admittedly, full of dirty dishes: We have a budding domestic god on our hands? (I haven't told you yet how much he likes to help me cook...)