March 2014 It had been an epic week of terrible-toddler antics and weather so unseasonably cold, it seemed to imply our world was actually hell in the process of freezing over. But on Friday, the clouds finally parted, the temperature rose above Arctic, the baby slept a few good nights in a row, and the toddler finally ended his boycott of pooping on the toilet long enough for us to all get a break from the souring effect his reluctance to defecate had cast upon the household. Ray had already enjoyed two days off and the elation of finishing his weekend to-dos before the weekend even started. I'd worked a decent week with a respectably full therapy schedule and had wrapped up my Friday feeling reasonably confident in my earnings for the week. Since Ray was already home soaking up the PTO when I called it a day, we made it out to dinner by 5:30 with more than an hour of daylight to spare on this first day of spring. The four outdoor tables at our family-friendliest go-to resta...